Today is August 18, 2013. I turn 18 today. Mom wants to throw me a huge party and invite all the seniors. But I refused. All I want to do is sit in my room and play mine and daddy's song on repeat all day. Lay in the bed and cry and remember what a great man he was. Despite his small drinking problem, that is. I never understood why my mom was always angry with him. always yelling at him, when all he wanted to do was be nice and show her love. he would try to hug or kiss her, and she would punch at him and run to her room, crying. Always blaming him for everything wrong, always yelling at him for no reason. And I hope she hates herself for it. Its all her fault, you know. My mother is truly responsible for my dear old daddy's death. I despise her, on the inside. I never let her see, because if she could kick my daddy out, why wouldn't she do the same to me?
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The day the music died
RandomThis story is about Leena, and how she copes with her father being tragically ripped from her life.
