13 years ago when i was born, was probably the best year of my life. Since then everything has changed. Mostly though, on my 13th birthday. I turned 13 a month and a half ago and the pain still hasn't gone away. On my 13th birthday, i woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. I got up got dressed and raced downstairs. I walked into the kitchen just as the phone rang. My mother answered it. All of a sudden she just stated bawling her eyes out. "Mom, mom whats wrong" I kept asking. My mother hung up the phone and collapsed to the floor. She looked up and saw me standing there like she didn't' t notice me the whole time. "Brianna," she said, "I have something to tell you". "What mom you can just tell me" I replied. "Well first of all, happy birthday but, Brianna, your father is dead."
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The Story of my Life
Dla nastolatkówHave you ever had the thought to end your life? Well, because of that thought, here i am in the hospital room, probaly about to die.
