I was just in 1st grade. I had a good life I lived in a big house and got everything I wanted. I thought this is how life would always be for me, but then it began. I was only 6 so it was hard for me to understand but now I look back and I do. I remember going down my stairs after my dad tucked me into bed because I would hear screaming. I would just peak around the wall and I would see my mom crying and my dad just standing looking angry. This went on for months even tho it felt like forever. I was so young I couldn't comprehend what was happening but eventually they told me they were getting divorced. That's when it began. After that conversation my whole world changed some for the better and some for the worst.
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RandomSometimes life's good. Sometimes life's bad. It's all about how you look at it.