"Life Is But A Dream"

"Life Is But A Dream"

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Mila Is A 13 Year Old Girl & She Has A Bestfriend Name Royalty. She Thinks Her Mom Doesnt Know Anything About Life. She Thinks She's Wrong About Everything Until Her Mom Makes Her Mad & She Fall's Asleep & See How Life Really Is. Does Mila Realize Life Is Serious & That's All Her Mom Wants Her To See, Or Does She Still Think Its All One Big Game ??
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The story of a girl who grows up with an alcoholic for a father, only to marry an alcoholic for a husband. ~~~~~ The walk to the school would be fifteen minutes, on a good day. Today, however, I managed to get there in seven. As soon as I walked onto the property, I could hear the nonsense ramblings spewing from my husband's mouth. "He's my son! You are holding him hostage!" He yells - his words slurring together, almost making them unintelligible. Luckily for me, I have heard him like this many, many times throughout my life and can understand him clearly. "Michael?" I call out to him and he turns his head slowly in my direction. He stumbles a little as he walks towards me, placing a hand on my left shoulder. "Ella? Love, they won't give me our son. I got here on time like you told me. I remembered! See! I got here, but they won't give him to me. They are keeping him away from me." He turns, his face getting angry. "Give me back my son, you bastards!" "Michael, that's enough." I say firmly, trying to make my hands stop shaking. "You're drunk. They couldn't give you Tyler like this. You aren't fit-" "Not fit? Not fit? I am capable of taking care of our son, Ella." He spits, literally, into my face. ~~~~~ This story contains mature themes, sensitive topics and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

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