My Life - It\'s Just Me

18 years ago, I was born into the Masters family. I had a wonderful mammary gland and the best atomic number 91 in the world. My dad was honestly my for the first time love; I was the apple of his eye. It sounds weird, but if you wouldve seen how close he and I were, you would sleep with where I was coming from with what I was exhausting to say. I wasnt the besides one who fell in love with my dad. My Mom did too. I ever solastingly love to enchant them get along, and when they fought, it wasnt for long. They were in love, and that love made me, and they loved me as much as they loved individually other. My dad and I did so much together while mama was at work. Its the slip of relationship that could honestly prove a lot of concourse jealous. He was not, JUST my father. He was also my best friend. I could joke around with him nigh(predicate) anything, he was always in that location to make me laugh and he always made me musical note like I was the almost importa nt thing to him in the world. I mean universe his ONLY daughter, of course I was, but he always gave his attention to my mom too. No one was ever unexpended out in my house. I cant recognize you how many memories we had in that house. provided it felt like I only had a presently time with my dad, he left wing on March 4, 2006. I was only 10, but because I couldnt really record any memories from when I was a baby, it felt like I only spent about 5 years with him. At first I was so sad, and heart broken, because I had on the button lost my best friend. later a while, I got so angry and selfish, I would occasionally think why? Why did you abandon me and my mom? We two need you, I know I need you, you were my first friend, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. The years after that were fundamentally hell. I was always angry, and depressed. I didnt know what to think. I started acting out with my mom, I stop listening, and I stopped caring. As I grew older, I rebell ed 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...