Rhiannon

chapter 5-

Life was getting harder and harder for my father, he was depressed once again, broke his record of being sober for 2 years, and worst of all- started doing drugs again.

Of coarse, I was a helpless little soul with no knowledge on the world around me. I didn't know what was happening. 

There was days my father would ignore me and leave for the bar, while some days he would feed me and actually take care of me, but those days were rare. 

One night I couldnt stop crying, my father started yelling at me very loudly. Someone called childrens aidk on my father. The next day, a bunch of people came interrogating my father for his actions.

That's when he realized he was making a HUGE mistake. I'm his very own daugther-he created me. He opened his eyes and realized that he needs to raise me with love and happiness, because on the inside, he can never give me up. He loves me, but its hard to show it since he's going through tough times. 

I soon became is new source of constant happiness. I filled his life with light once again. I gave him hope-I gave him another chance at living the life he always wanted. He stayed home with me every night, feeding me--he cared very much for me.

But, there was another problem.

Money.

He had no job since he got fired because he rejected work to live with Sharon. My father depsiratly needed a new job soon or else things wont be good.

My dad eventually got a job at a McDonalds part time. It was alright, he made some money to maintain both of our lives.

Even though I was absolutely clueless of what was happening, I was thankful.

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Years have past, my childhood begins.

My dad has always tried to give the best life possible. Even though he had a ton of jobs, he would always find time to do something with me.  Sometimes he would have to take me to work since I was still way too young to stay home alone, even though I did sometimes. By the time I was 6, I knew how to make my own food. It was mostly TV dinner or mac n' cheese, but its food, and I was thankful for it since we didnt have many things.

Overall, the beginning of my childhood was great. Even though my father would always find time to do something fun with me, I didn't really get to see him much. He had about 3 day jobs and 1 night job. I'm still not sure what all of them were, but I know one of them was a janitor shift at a high school. But I was always happy and proud of him no matter what, because he always worked hard for his family.

Time flies, its my 8th birthday. 

My last birthday I've ever spent with my father.