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It was an overcast day, mom and dad fighting like always. We sit and watch. As an hour goes by, Jennifer and I just walk away. The pain. The stress. The worry. All these feelings rush through me. I'm Carlos, a fourteen year old boy living with two unhappy parents and in the process of getting a divorce and a three year old sister by my side, always. I think to my self, what will happen when the divorce is final, and I have to choose who I want to live with. I sigh, sadness is like a heavy rain cloud just following me everywhere I go. "Tarlos, I sweepy." Jennifer cries to me. "Okay, baby girl." As I lay the clueless two year old down in her crib, I think what is she going to say when mommy and daddy aren't there to wake her up. Around twelve o'clock, I try to sleep, but I can't . But wait, the arguing stops, I hear a door slam. My dad is gone. One tear comes, and then millions. My dad is gone.
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I'm Sorry

"Daddy don't go" my little girl cried while hugging my leg "Yeah daddy we'll miss you don't go" her twin said hugging my other leg. My oldest son just sat down in the couch with tears streaming down his face. I turned to look at my wife or should I say ex wife. She looked down at the floor with a few tear marks on her cheeks while holding our two other kids. "I'm sorry" I say dropping my bags and taking them off my legs to hug them. I went to sit next to my son and whispered in his ear "I never met to hurt you" after saying that I gave him a hug and ruffled his curly hair. I then went to my wife. "I'm sorry" I said kissing the tear marks, then her lips. I then kissed and hug my 3 year and 1 year old sons. "Daddy loves you" then grabbed my bags and left the house. I just couldn't take it anymore. I have to leave. (Yes I changed how I wanted to write this book. The original idea is still posted on my other books, if you want to see it aswell)

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