One day my dad was home, flipping pancakes in my favorite shapes and pretending that all was right in the world. The next day, he was gone, leaving only the wet grease in his pancake pan on the stove to remember him by. Even at such a young age, I knew that nothing would ever be right in my world. I would never have happiness. When he left, my life turned upside down. Nothing could even go back again. Emptiness consumed me. I was fine, I told myself. I was fine yesterday, I'm fine today, and I'll be fine tomorrow. There was no other way.
Unless...