My life all started out on December 19... It all went good till I was 18 months old and outside eating cheese puffs. My dad had to take off the trash and my mom was at the neighbors. My dad thought I was with her and she thought I was with him. All of sudden here he comes backed right over me and went right over my back.
I was takin to the nearest hospital and taken to Riley's hospital in Indianapolis. I had to stay up there for 3 months. I ended up having a broken leg, something wrong with my knees, fractured ribs, and a bruised liver. O and did I forget to mention that I died for 5 minutes.
I was then fine until I turned 7 and my parents got divorced. It was a hard divorce for me because we found out my dad had a bad liver. So everything went on my mom got remarried to a asshole.
Then in 2008 my dad need a liver transplant right then in there or he was going to be gone. He got taken to the hospital and we had to call the whole family in. We didn't think he was going to make it at all. then my grandma gets this call from Indianapolis were his liver doctor is saying that they got a liver in for him. they rushed him up there and he got it just in time.
After his transplant he had to stay up there for 4 months to recover. when he came home I was always with him never left his side. Then one day my mom thought it was a great idea to move away from my dad 2 hours away. That wasn't a great idea.
