For my 5th birthday my parents got me a puppy.
A female, black Labrador to be exact.
She is everything I ever wanted in a dog.
Kind, sweet, protective, listen's, and a bunch of other things but I don't want to bore you.
She's always been there for me, even though growing up I didn't pay much attention to her.
I regret that.
I would always try to get on her back, she didn't like that very much.
Playing horsey was her least favorite game.
I would die of laughter whenever she ran in a circle chasing her tail.
Poor girl, you've gotten old.
First day of pre-k was a nightmare for little me.
When they closed the doors behind me and saw that my mother wasn't there with me I burst out crying.
I honestly don't know what they did to get me to calm down.
But I ended up having fun and liking my class.
And that's how things were.
Normal.
Until that one day.
My father called for me and told me to go to my room.
I looked at mom and then at him and did what I was told.
I could feel something was wrong but who was I to ask questions.
I waited for a few minutes which honestly felt like hours.
I just sat there on my bed in silence.
I felt like crying but I didn't understand why.
I left my room to ask my mother if I can use her phone to play games.
But that got my father upset.
So, I was left alone with my thoughts.
And my toys of course.
As fast as Lightning we were out of the apartment leaving my father behind.
At least, that's how I remember it.
Mom and I went to go live with her mother, my grandma.
Mind you, there were already people living in that small apartment.
Grandma, grandpa, and auntie.
And that's where we stayed.
Where we hid.
I didn't mind, my cousin lived near by so I saw it as a chance to escape.
We also made a friend around that neighborhood.
They were my escape.
