Moving Back Home..

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My grandmas house was my real home. It's where I felt safe, and where I actually was happy. I didn't tell my grandma about what happened with my father. She asked what happened too him and I just said he's in a better place. I know that my father would be in hell for what he did, but I also had a little piece of me think that maybe he did go to heaven. My grandma and I wanted a new place too call home. We moved to Florida. At first, I couldn't be happier, I loved it. After a while, it got old. I wanted to go back to Virginia too see my family. My grandma wouldn't let me, so one summer I begged to go stay with my mom. She finally said yes .

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