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I got dress and went down stairs my mom drove for me to see my father

-moms car--

M-mom

P-me

P- "mom who is my dad?"

M-"he is the one tyat you always like you choose him instead of me when we were asking you when you were young

P- "why did you hide dad from me ? "

M- i was scared that i will lose you

P- did you really did it for your own good or there is something else i dont know !?!
We went to cementery with alot of mourner's it was creepy and i start thinking really bad

P- mom why are we here?

M- i'm sorry your dad is dead ...

P- what !!! Why !!! How !!!! When ????

M- he died just this week ago

P- and your trying to hide it from me ...
How Dare You!!.?!

M- i'm about to say it to you when you went to a party

P- but..---

M- i'm really sorry

Mom was really crying infront of me but i dont want my tears to come out full of anger ......
My mom try to hug me but i just step back and say

P- mom your hug doesnt comfort me

M- but you to listen

P- what ? More lies to come out

M- no .. No .. No

P- stay away from me

I ran out to think about alot of things and figure out how to fix them ..............
I knew it was harder than a math puzzle not easier to solve when i got out of the road i was forced by something and i got hit by a car .... holding my memories to me happy momments with someone can be..---

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