After we moved out of the hotel, things started to get normal. I started living in a REAL house and I didn't have to ride the bus. I had gotten older too and I started understanding things better. Unfortunately my dad didn't make any progress. He was still an alcoholic and he still went to the bar and I STILL felt replaced. I was beginning to lose hope but never once have I gave up. I am like a stone that you can crack but never break. The funny thing is that we moved back in on Easter. Isn't that cool? So we celebrated Easter and the beginning of a new start. A new start is always something to celebrate. I still had hope in my dad. Even though he would yell at me and I would cry myself to sleep I couldn't hate him. I hated the person he was being but I never hated him. That is why my mom doesn't understand. She thinks I hate my dad but I don't. I hate the person he's being. Ever since he started drinking nothing has ever been the same and it never will but there's a chance for things to get better and that is what I'm hoping for.
Sorry that it's really short but I had trouble writing this. I almost cried when I did. I promise I'll write more tomorrow. Thanks for reading my book. You guys have no idea how happy it makes me :)
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Hanging on: The story of my life
No FicciónOnce upon a time there lived a beautiful girl with a loving family and they never had troubles. LIES! Those are lies. This is my real story. You see, sometimes life is a fairytale well it's not for me. It never has been and no one absolutely NO ONE...
