Birthdays are supposed to be happy but my 12th birthday was anything but that. A few days leading up to my 6th birthday my dad kept making my mum would cry because he was hurting her and kept yelling and screaming every night while i was asleep (this would wake me up at night).
My birthday was something more than that my mum woke up with a black eye on my birthday she said she had to go out for a bit(she was actually going to the doctors).
I can never forgive her because she left me on my birthday for a few hours anyway.
That day my dad was acting really weird he went and locked himself in his room and left me alone on my birthday anyway little did i know he was packing his bag.
My birthday party went great!! So fun!!
I ate so much at my party i felt sick and in the middle of the night so i got up to go get a drink of water but i got the fright of my life when my dad was standing in the middle of the room with 2 suitcases next to him.
I looked at him like what are you doing and he mouthed I love you and walked out of the front door.
