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So be for I start I just want to say I don't want to have you guys have pitty on my for this. Ok? Ok.
When I was nine years old my dad and my mom had joint custody of me and my sister so on the weekends we would stay with our dad. So on a Friday me and my sister were all ready to go to our dad's house but instead we went to our grandpa's makanic shop and got our Halloween costumes our dad got us. And when we finally got home our mom told us Our Dad was Murderd...I didn't know how to feel and its still hard for me to talk about but I needed to get it of my chest it still makes me sad to talk about it but I was sad and Basicly didn't feel any sort of happynis for a bit. And I'm not gonna say I'm over it because who would ever get over something like that and at the time I couldn't cope with it but that nine year old could.
Right?
But the think that makes this harder for me is that my mom won't let me or my sister talk about our dad, we don't know why but when we do say something about him she always says something mean about him or she tells us he wasn't a good father, so we just keep to ourselves about it so that makes it harder for me to cope with it But all I know is my dad may not be here with me but he will always be in my heart with me forever
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My Story
Non-Fictionthis book is about things that has happened to me through the years I don't know why I wrote this book but it's kinda a way for me to vent or face what I've been through or just things I find funny but ether way this book will be full of random thin...
