Everything started getting better. It almost felt like nothing was ever broken. We had been fixed but yet we were still broken. It may be hard to understand but it's also hard to explain. You see our money and life problems were fixed but our hearts were still broken. Ever since my grandpa died, more things got broken. I think that God had a purpose for my grandpa to die on my dad's birthday. I don't know what the purpose was but I think it had something to do with my dad's reflection of himself. The mirror of his heart used to be clear and brand new and now it's rusty and almost shattered. It's almost like the grandparents are like the pillars of a building and when we lose one, the building cracks. When we lose all of them, the building breaks and has no support. It's just like families. There is one pillar that can hold the building up by itself. This pillar is God. When you lose everyone, you look to God. We all know this, but some of us blame God for causing our pain. I don't know what's in my dad's heart, but when I look into his eyes I see hurt and anger. Have you ever just been able to tell a person's personality just by looking into their eyes? I have. It's really strange. Like my best friend Jahkira. She is like my other half. If I lost her I don't know what I would do. When I look into her eyes I can see hurt. She doesn't have a good home life either and goes through the same thing I go through. That is why I love her like a sister. She understands me and knows me almost as well as I know myself. My other best friend is Vivian. She doesn't understand but she knows me and always makes me happy when I'm having a bad day. She's crazy too like me. She has been there for me too. I couldn't ask for a better best friend. Jahkira is my sister and Vivian is my best friend. Without them I don't think I would be standing here today. I want to thank you guys. I really couldn't ask for a better best friend or sister! I love you guys so much!
Sorry its short but meh I can't think
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Hanging on: The story of my life
Non-FictionOnce 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...
