"I cant take this anymore , everyday is something new , something bad happens , i just want to be happy again . Ever since my father went to jail , I've been a mess." I couldn't stop crying. my life has been nothing but pain ever since my father went to jail. "why did he go to jail" my sister asked . i didn't want to tell her , it was too embarrasing and i knew if i said it i would start crying. My sister kept asking "Brianna tell me, i cant stand you like this" . "He.." "He what?" she said "He hurt me, not in an abusive way" . She stared at me. nothing but silence and tears rushing down her face. "And you miss him?" she said . "You wouldn't understand how i feel, no one understands" "If you tell me then i can help you." "I've been needing help for years" i said quietly . "Brianna, your 12 , you've only lived 12 years" she said , i started crying and screamed, "its been almost 2 years without my dad, how the hell would you feel if you lost your dad over a stupid action he did? how would you feel if you were into the same sport he did in high school and you wanted him too teach you so you can do it but cant because hes not around anymore? How the hell would you feel if your dad was your best friend and you could call him whenever you wanted to run away and he would come and pick you up?. how the hell would you feel?" My sister just stared at me and she hugged me . She wouldn't let go . She said in a soft voice "baby girl , just know whatever he put you through , you'll recover . maybe not today , maybe not tomorrow , but soon . god will heal your soul and pain , Nani , your gods gift ." and i believed her . I knew that if i just prayed , god will heal me , but i wasn't sure about that gods gift thing.
