Chapter 2: Minica

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All of that happend when I was seven years old. It's been six years since I've seen my father. When we got to the police station the cops were already at the house they said that there was a lot of blood on the ground, enough for a person to bleed out from. They didn't find his body but because of all the blood on the ground they said that he died and that the men probably took him while he still had some life left to have him killed in a specific way. When I heard him say this I was crying and screaming my head off. My mom pulled me to her and started hugging me and she was crying as well. That night was horrible. It had torn me and my mom apart. I love my daddy very much, probably more than my mom. He was always nice to us, he would always get everything we needed and what we would ask for. The three of us would spend as much time together as we can. We were like the perfect family. I wished it could still be like that. However it's not. We don't have as much money as we used to. We have to be careful with what we buy. I wished I didn't have to go to school so I can help my mom. I'm 13, I know how to clean. I can get a job cleaning. They ask my age, I'll say 18. I do look older than what I am and I act mature. However my mom said, no, I can't work until I'm 15. I just want things to go back to the way they used to be with my dad.

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