Hi I'm Emily, I stopped laughing a long time ago. I stopped crying not to long after that. When I was fifteen, my father died. I think I killed him. I wouldn't laugh. I wouldn't laugh at his jokes. All he wanted was for me to laugh at his jokes. That's not hard. That's not a high expectation. What so hard about that?
I don't know if he ever knew I loved him. I don't know if he knew that-that I thought he was funny. I loved him more than anything in this world. I don't think he ever knew that... I loved him. Two mouths before he died, he asked me to wear the bracelet again, I told him no. I said I had outgrown that years ago. He looked hurt when I said that. It was like I was rejecting, the childhood he gave me. I didn't even care. I just shrugged my shoulders and thought he had to move on. I was so involved in my self.
I had to be cool,i had to be a teenager. I had to be difaint, and not listen to my parents. I couldn't show him that I cared. I couldn't show my love. Then he died. He died and never knew. He died with the only bratty words of a spoiled teenager in his mind. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to say "I love you" one last time. It must have been years since he heard those words out of my mouth. I love you daddy. I'm still your little girl I will always be your little girl, I'll always be your little girl. Hold me please daddy, just for a little while. Please daddy.
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Last laughs
Teen Fiction(Completed)This is a story about a girl named Emily. She though she killed her father by never laughing. She though she had to be independent as a teenager, she can't show any love for her father. That is where it all began.
