I Looked In My Mirror And Ran My Hands On The Red Fabric.
I Was Angry, Very Angry. I Wanted To Scream And Yell. I Wanted To Go Up To Her And Tell Her Just How I Felt. But We All Know That's Not Gonna Happen.
I Grabbed My Purse And Started Walking Down The Stairs. At least I Can Go On A Walk To Clear My Mind. "Dad" I Called Out For Him. I Wanted Some Money. I Wanted To Buy A Snack While I Was On My Walk. I Went Inside His Office. Papers , Graphs And Reports Were Scattered All On his Desk. He put his head up to look at me while removing his glasses. "Yes , Sweetheart." he said to me while I walked over to his desk. Even if my mom wad a Bitch Atleats I had my dad. He's so nice and handsome and smart. He still calls me his little princess even though I'm 16. I couldn't ask for a better dad. All though I could ask for a better mom.
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Carla Mae
De TodoWhen One Has Fallen, They Do Not Think , They Do Not Feel , They Just Fall -Müñdãïñã
