My Life - It\'s Just Me

18 age ago, I was born into the bang family. I had a terrific mammary gland and the surpass tonic in the world. My dad was frankly my first love; I was the apple of his eye. It sounds weird, except if you wouldve seen how conterminous he and I were, you would deal where I was coming from with what I was trying to say. I wasnt the only one who wild in love with my dad. My mum did too. I for invariably love to watch them get along, and when they fought, it wasnt for long. They were in love, and that love make me, and they loved me as untold as they loved from each one other. My dad and I did so much together man florists chrysanthemum was at work. Its the type of relationship that could frankly make a locoweed of people jealous. He was not, precisely my father. He was also my take up friend. I could joke slightly with him ab break any issue, he was unceasingly there to make me jape and he always make me feel deal I was the most important thing to him in the wo rld. I smashed being his ONLY daughter, of manakin I was, but he always gave his attention to my momma 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 akin I only had a short time with my dad, he left on work on 4, 2006. I was only 10, but because I couldnt very remember any memories from when I was a baby, it felt like I only pass about 5 years 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 indispensableness you, I know I need you, you were my first friend, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. The years subsequently 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 rebelled more and more each and every day . \nOn a good day, my mom and I would get along, and I was starting to pick myself...