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what we once had

I'm not really sure how to explain it. I can't tell you if it was better with my mom and dad or not. My dad was lazy and had no job and my mom was never around. I was an only child, an ascendent. Some days I would be home alone for days at a time. I would get myself up, get dressed, cook. I did every thing. I was the product of a broken family, and sometimes, if you really got to know me, you could tell I was in pain.
Most of the time I would be happy. I smiled and hid the cuts and bruises underneath. I stayed happy for the good days... very rarely their would be a day were my mom would cook breakfast or my dad took me bike riding. Over time those kinds of days became less and less and the scares became more and more. My dad resorted to alcohol after my mom died. She was killed by a gang. I promised after that day I would never hurt any one. I managed money because my dad now lived in his room. I made him food reminded him to shower (ect.) but somehow it wasn't enuf for him. When I came home from school that afternoon my dad left a note for me.
Dear izzy,
I'm sorry. I can't stand hurting you anymore. So I left. Please forgive me.
Love,
Michale
My whole world came crashing down. I'm an orphan. I will never have what I once had...