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~ A part of Chapter 1 ~

You know that weird saying everyone says. You're either Daddy's doughnut or Mommy's muffin. Well me I was my Daddy's sweet little doughnut. I guess that can be expected if you were never really knew your mother. Yes, I have a cliche "My mother died when I was young" tragedy; But trust me MY life was anything but cliche.

      You know those times when you have a memory you can't help but laugh or cry at it. I've alway gotten those when I was tired or depressed, sometimes I even got them when I was lonely. Now I wish that those  memories I have would go straight to my father. He would remember and stop forgetting.

       I was walking into the hospital slowly. A shaky sigh escaping from my lips. The kind of sigh that people only let out after hours on end of crying. My normally colorful green eyes were dull and red from the many tears that had escaped them. My arms were wrapped around my body as if I were trying to comfort myself. Normally a sixteen year old like myself would be partying or hanging out with friends, being as worry-free and cheerful as ever. NOT visiting the hospital as miserable as ever. Though i'm not visiting the hospital for myself.

       I walked over to the hospital's visitor check in desk and was greeted with a smile and a cheerful "How may I help you ma'am?". Taking in a unsteady breath. I spoke the best I could.

       "I-I'm here to v-visit Mr. Kangler." I said. I stuttered and it wasn't that I was shy. It was because I still had some tears that wanted to be freed.

        Still as cheerful as ever the receptionist look away to her computer as if she were searching something. Most-likely the name I presented to her so that she may find the right room. I always hated how almost everyone who worked at the hospital wore a smile and greeted you so happily. Though this place was so depressing. It was like they were laughing at your sorrow.

       She looked back at me. "Ah yes that would be room 104 on floor 2. Be careful he might not remember you well." She warned with a smile.

        Yep definitely laughing at my misery. I turned to walk away letting out a small "thank you." as I carried on to the elevator that would take me to the second floor and closer to my destination. Pressing the button to open the elevator and going inside. I pressed the floor 2 button and waited to arrive.

        My thoughts drifted to my father. I'm desperately worried for him. The doctors say that he's suffering from a horrible disease called 'Alzheimer's disease'. They say that he will slowly forget everything and everyone he knows and has known in his life. He'll forget his rights, his words, his friends, his family, his life, his everything; And soon my Father will forget his only child, his daughter, he'll forget me. I'm scared, but I must stay strong for him.

       There was a slight 'Ding' and the elevator opened announcing that we had arrived on the 2 floor. I stepped out of the elevator wiping the tears that managed to fall from my eyes away. The frown that had appeared on my face disappeared into the best smile I could muster up. Stopping and turning to the door. Room 104.

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Hey Everyone. This is all I could write so far. Please tell me if I did something wrong. Correct me.I really want your opinion on this. So feel free to be as mean as you want to be. Please understand that this is only just a small part of an idea. Thanks for your help.

Love,
Lights