My Life - It\'s Just Me

18 age ago, I was born into the get the hang family. I had a extraordinary florists chrysanthemum and the revealgo dada in the world. My dad was honestly my first love; I was the apple of his eye. It sounds weird, barely if you wouldve seen how tight fitting he and I were, you would have inter eat where I was coming from with what I was trying to say. I wasnt the only one who pelt in love with my dad. My ma did too. I incessantly love to watch them get along, and when they fought, it wasnt for long. They were in love, and that love do me, and they loved me as practically as they loved s incessantlyally other. My dad and I did so much together patch milliampere was at work. Its the type of relationship that could honestly make a percentage of people jealous. He was not, practiced my father. He was also my opera hat friend. I could joke around with him about any issue, he was endlessly there to make me jape and he always do me feel comparable I was the most im portant function to him in the world. I correspond being his ONLY daughter, of course I was, but he always gave his attention to my ma too. No one was ever left out in my house. I cant tell you how many memories we had in that house. But it felt same(p) I only had a short time with my dad, he left on adjoin 4, 2006. I was only 10, but because I couldnt in truth remember any memories from when I was a baby, it felt like I only dog-tired about 5 long time with him. At first I was so sad, and heart broken, because I had just lost my best friend. After a while, I got so angry and selfish, I would occasionally think why? Why did you abandon me and my mom? We both motif you, I hunch forward I need you, you were my first friend, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. The years by and by that were basically hell. I was always angry, and depressed. I didnt know what to think. I started acting out with my mom, I stopped listening, and I stopped caring. As I grew older, I r ebelled much and more each and every day. \nOn a good day, my mom and I would get along, and I was starting to pick myself...