When I was 13 years old my parents got divorced. It wasn't too hard on me because of all the fighting that happened so I managed and learned to deal with it. We are a Jewish family and my mother is extremely religious, my dad not so much. I for one hated the fact that she was so religious. Friday's and Saturday we had to go to temple and wear long dresses, longer then your knees and your shirts had to be longer then your elbow length. We had to sit in temple and pray to GOD... in Hebrew. I had no idea what the hell it was saying. It was more boring then school. Another weird thing about my mother was that she didn't allow us to use electricity when Shabbat arrived until it ended. She would sit in the dark and zone out or just read. How do you manage to do absolutely nothing and think that time is going to go by so fast because let me tell you it doesn't. But any ways back to my main point my parents got divorced. When my dad finally moved out into a small apartment with all white walls with 2 bedrooms and one bathroom, that's when it started getting hard.
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Forever
General FictionThis story talks about a girl who has to over come family problems and a disease she has to deal with forever.
