I ran to my dads house. I loved him to death. My parents divorced some time ago. I knocked.. He opened the door... I cried and gave him a bear hug. He took me in his house and it loomed very different from when I last came here. It was a month ago. My mum thinks it was when I was 6...things are pretty tense with then but I have been meeting my dad secretly.
He gave me a blanket and some ice cream, comforted me and I told him everything. He let me live in his house..he has a guest room. He let miss the days of school I needed. But I was to learn at least some things. Deal. Mum called me and dad but I told him I didn't want anything to do with her so he told her I was with him and to stop calling. I love Dad.
