Not only that, I found out that my father was not the great person that I thought he was (because my cousins told me he was a good person). He was a forensic anthropologist who knew karate when he was alive so I always thought that that was cool because it meant he could keep us all safe. It was also fascinating to see how he would solve crimes that sometimes hadnt even been solved in years. I remember him playing Monopoly and Trains with us and he was fun to be around. When he died, I missed him and my family wouldn't tell me what happened to him until I was 7. Now the reality was that he had abused alot of people, including my cousin Jacklynn. I still don't fully understand why Jacklynn lied to me and said he was a good person but she's okay at least. So yeah, even if he was still alive, I still have no father because he was a peice of crap. Blood never meant a damn thing to me. Ain't life fun?
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Fiksyen UmumA sad story about the unmentionable happening to a girl, who is now trying to send a message to the world describing the unbearable pain she felt. * Warning- this is a fictional story, it is not real*
