After my Dad took me, and got custody I lived with him for 8 years. I went through pre-school and all of elementary. He was actually very nice, up until 2nd grade, then it all started again. My Dad kept me for a year without having any contact with my Mom. When I did see my mom it was and has been only the summer. The day that I first saw her after that year there was nothing but tears, I remember it like it was yesterday; She knocked on the door at about 1a.m. and I ran to the door to see her then started bawling my eyes out. She asked me why I was crying and I told her that I was so happy. In the time I hadn't saw her I was starting to forget what she had looked like when I saw her I was overwhelmed her smell, the way she looked, and her hugs they were the best. I don't know how to fully explain it I was happy but sad at once, happy because I was seeing her and sad because I hadn't seen her in so long.
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Coming Clean
NonfiksiOkay, hi I'm Billie aka BilliexBoyd. Well this is a tough story for me to write, I'm telling my real story. So, here it is..
