She was just 8 eight years old. It was January 7, 2013 8pm. She had a suitcase in hand and tears held inside. She was at an airport with her mother and sister. They were going to live with their father. Their father had their other siblings. All mother wanted was to be with them. They boarded a plane and landed in Georgia. It becomes clear to the little girl she would never see her friends again. She was just eight years old and she now felt like she had lost everything. The rest of her family, still at home. Miles away. All she can do is hide her sadness and wait to go home. Home never came.
Months later it is now May 21, 2013. The little girl made friends. She was slightly happy. She was told they were going to move again. This time without their father, but with all siblings and mother. The little girl didn't know why she was leaving her new friends and father. They went into a van and drove to Florida. Where she would be forced to live until she was an adult and move somewhere else. She lost everything once again. Including another family member. One of the most important ones. A father.
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My Personal Hell
AcakIf you are suicidal or have depression or anxiety please stay away. I don't want you reading this. This is so I can vent and let my thoughts out of my head.
