It was an early Sunday morning Feburary 22. And like every Sunday morning we would have to go to church.I hated church because all you did there was sing. And I don't know about you but I think every 14 year old doesn't like to sing in public,but lucky for me my mom thought I liked church. My mom is a single parent. My Dad died in a car ,rash when I was about three years old. I don't know much about him because my mom never talks about him, and every time I mention him up my mom cries so hard she could flood New York city.Well let's not waste your time.
