When i was 4 years old i visited my father in jail. I don't know why he was in jail but i know that i remember it like it was just yesterday. I was Daddys little girl back then. He was always there. But i knew that when he comes out of jail it would never be like before.
It also happened that the most important person for me died when i was 4. My great grandmother. She was always there for me. That's when my mother changed. she was everything to her. The night she died i dreamed of her dying. No one wanted to believe me. They just said it was just a nightmare nothing more. Well until my mother got a call from my grandpa. He found my Great grandmother dead in her house the morning after my dream.
The funeral was heart ripping for me. When they were about to burry her i almost jumed into that grave. I didn't wanted to lose her. With her death my family slowly started to fall apart. Not only a little.
My father left us when i was 6. But this time i knew it would be forever. I was sad but i somehow knew that it would be for the best.
I was alone with my mum from then on. it wasn'nt much of a change to be honest 'cause he always went in and out of jail. I mean it was like a second home for him. He'll always go back no matter what.
It was also my first year in school. I was totally excited. Isn't every kid excited at first? I had a few friends from kindergarten who where also in my class. First grade went by pretty okay.
Well until....
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My Life? A terrible surreal fucked up nightmare
RandomMy Life isn't normal. Not even close. Normal would mean a family, friends, a few up and downs and being happy most of the time. At least that's what i think is normal.
