it all started as me being a kid, I loved my parents, my brothers, my life but it all went down hill. My dad started to be abusive. Always drunk or doing drugs, my parents fighting every damn day but I didn't understand all of it so I just cried and cried until my brothers came up to me and said it's all gonna be fine it's goin to be okay. They were all wrong. Next day I went to go hug my mom and dad but my dad was in the room I said " hey dad I'm going to school can I have a hug?" He said " hey honey um just go to school I'll hug you when you come back" all I said was okay. The same day I went back home and I saw my mom crying. I said " what's wrong" she said " ur dad's gone I'm sorry but I had him token away for good untill he got back on he's feet" I started crying I felt like I was goin to die. Now I'm older I get it now but one day my mom was on a call with my uncle I thought something happened to my grandma but nope, it was my dad. He died that day. It was 3 years later he died. My heart drop. I was balling my eyes, but I was only 9 so I didn't really know what to do. Now that I'm 12 I get that my dad was a bad person but he was still my father and I loved him with all my heart and I still do. I may not remember he's face, he's personality, how much he loved he's family but I knew that he loved me very much and my brothers and mom.
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