So how this starts is my dad was very sick he needed a lot of help. He was in and out of jail for stuff my mom will not tell me. When I was about 2 years old my parents broke up. Me my mom and my sister moved to my cousin's house until my mom had money to move us into and apartment. I was my dad every other weekend,he lived with his mom and brother. My grandma was handicapped. When I went to my dad's house I felt free of any lectures even tho I was like 4. My dad was my best friend. He taught me how to swim in my little kiddi pool,he let me sit on his lap and steer his car down our road,he would do everything with me. He was there when I was being bullied and he helped me thru it all. He got a girlfriend named Michelle and I loved her and her kids so much. Her kids names were Anthony 17,Trinity 14,Chloe 12, and leilani is 8. Me and Chloe hung out the most because we were closest in age. My dad and Michelle went back and forth in braking up and getting back together. One time finally they broke up for good. It made me sad that I had to leave Michelle and the kids I learned that they only stayed together for me and the kids. We moved in with my aunt Laura, my dad's twin sister. We stayed there until my dad got super sick and started to hurt people more. He hurt my aunt and got put in jail for one night. Then when he got out we don't know where he went, but I wasn't aloud to talk to him or see him. I missed him alot. One day my mom came into my room and told me that he had a heart attack and was in the hospital, he wanted to talk to me before the doctors put him in a comma but my mom was at work so I couldn't and they put him in a comma. I saw him one day, in the hospital, unconscious. I talked to him, I held his hand,i laid with him all day
Then I had to go home though. A couple days later I saw him again. And talked to him and held his hand played music for him, laid with him again. The doctors and nurses told me that he was I was the only reason he was alive. I sat there and cried. Eventually I went to my aunt's house and stayed the night there. In the morning I woke up at like 8 to my aunt telling me that my mom was there. I got up and went downstairs. She sat next to me and asked me if I remember that he was not doing good and I said yes. My mom told me that he had passed away because of the sickness. I cried so much that day. I went back to my mom's house and didn't go to school for the next 4 days.I hope you guys liked this if you did tell me in the comments.
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gone without goodbye
Non-Fictionthis story isn't fake it is about my father who passed away when I was ten. I don't want to make anyone upset. and please no hate.