The Reason Love Is Hell

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*knock knock knock*

"hola." I said as she opened the door to my presence.

"Hey, oh I found this weird thing in my garage wanna see?" She said

"Yea, sure." So I followed her to her garage as she pulled out this weird statute.

"Whoa, what's that?" I asked confused.

"Oh it's thi-" she was interrupted by a noise we heard. It was shuffling then something fell and we ran so fast out of there. Reminding you that we were 4th graders....our imagination got the best of us.

"WHAT WAS THAT!?!" I asked

"A GHOST SQUIRREL!" she responded.

Ok in all honesty this did happen but I mean.....CHILDREN!

After a freak out with the ghost squirrel, and hanging out I decided to go home. I always love to look at the sky, all the colors, clouds, the sun, the moon, I wanted to fly. I wanted to touch it and see it ripple like water. But that's not how reality works, let alone life.

My father had a job where he would only come home on Saturdays and Sundays, meaning he would miss holidays, family gatherings, and my birthdays. Since he was barely home, my mother had to deal with me and my 1 year old sister at the time. Sometimes I saw her crying in her room, I would come in sometimes but she would make an excuse saying her eyes were watering. I didn't believe her. I missed my dad. I know he is still alive but knowing that someone you love is still here, but you can never quite reach them is very painful. I would cry myself to sleep often not saying anything but, I some how found a way to keep my jolly 4th grader self happy. I loved to make people smile, laugh, and feel happy, but the next couple of years were the roughest I've ever had....if only I could still find that happiness, I could really need it.

Sorry for this being short but, oh well, there's gonna be another part right away tomorrow so look out for that.