Iowa:
The start of a new sunrise, waking up felt so painful. I don't know why... I sit up, whipping my morning eyes, as I stretch my back. Seeing my little sister from across the room. 'Morning sis' I said in my mind. I slowly get up, as the sun of the morning slips threw the curtain.
Looking around the room, almost looking from a childhood prospective. Thinking of my dad, like every morning. 'Wonder if he came back home?' I ask myself, grabbing my comb from suitcase. I start to comb it, as I look out the window of the room. Walking towards it, feeling my guts stumble.
Another day to waste today, seeing the sunrise over the towns, maybe city's. Letting a sigh escape my breath, taking it away into the air as I walk. Feeling my fathers hands on my heart, keeping it up to where the sky is. Missing good memories, seeing my past like throwing pebbles into a ocean.
Further in memories, seeing something strange, 'why had my father changed?' I always ask myself. Looking further down the hallway, my heart racing, hoping my father was home. Stopping at the tall door, as I turn the knob and open the door.
He was gone...
Feeling a very cold breeze wrapping around my head. 'Why is it so cold in here?' I ask myself, rubbing my arms, trying to get some warmth. my heart sank. 'Why am I feeling this way?' I ask myself, not knowing what the hell is going on and why my body feeling this way
Stepping into the room, stepping was feeling very uncomfortable, feeling only guilt. Seeing my past, as it flashes.
"WHY CAN'T HE GET OUT?"
I ask myself, saying it out loud. I held my head, beating like someone knocking on a door. I start to cry as terrible memories fell in my head. The little hounds around me, trying to help me, having a Panic Attack of memories.
[Memories from Iowa Prospective]
I was awoken, feeling this memory hits me like a virus.
Only seven... why does it feel like hatred?
My seven year old mind said the same thing, having the same mind... having bravery always... but this wasn't bravery for this memory.
My dark cold room made it feeling worst, having goosebumps up my back.
Hearing something break, sounding like something was... shattered!? My little childish brain wanted to go see what it was. Getting out of my bed, as I walked to the door, opening it.
Looking straight, seeing a light down front hallway...
"Iowa!"
A loud wisper was heard from the left hallway, I looked down it, seeing my sister... South Dakota.
"Go back to your room brother"
She said with a very quiet and calm voice.
I shook my head, as I went down the straight hallway. Hearing footsteps from behind me, I walked faster.
Getting closer and closer to the noise, as I then turned the corner to look in the bathroom door that was open. Seeing my father in tears on the ground with a shattered mirror on the I hold my breath. Getting on my knees as I crawl to him, as I hug him. Remembering this, I felt my father hug me for the first time, I felt happy as I hugged him back. Feeling sad for my father, it was normal, I was a little kid, he was older.

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