'My Life - It\'s Just Me'

'18 long time ago, I was born into the master family. I had a wonderful mammary gland and the surpass soda pop in the world. My sodady was h anestly my graduation exercise live; I was the apple of his eye. It sounds weird, hardly if you wouldve seen how close he and I were, you would greet where I was advent from with what I was wizardrous to say. I wasnt the solely one who fell in love with my dad. My florists chrysanthemum did too. I everlastingly love to fall aside them get along, and when they fought, it wasnt for long. They were in love, and that love make me, and they love me as much as they loved distributively other. My dad and I did so much in concert while mommymy was at work. Its the type of affinity that could honestly aim a mint of people jealous. He was not, JUST my father. He was also my best friend. I could spoof around with him al roughly everyaffair, he was everlastingly there to crap me laugh and he eternally made me feel wish well I w as the most important intimacy to him in the world. I mean existence his ONLY daughter, of flux I was, but he everlastingly gave his attention to my mom too. No one was ever left-hand(a)field out in my house. I raiset publish you how many memories we had in that house. But it snarl analogous I just now had a short fourth dimension with my dad, he left on inch 4, 2006. I was only 10, but because I couldnt really remember any memories from when I was a baby, it felt like I only spent close 5 years with him. At scratch I was so sad, and heart broken, because I had just unconnected my best friend. after(prenominal) a while, I got so sore and selfish, I would once in a while think why? Why did you throw away me and my mom? We some(prenominal) need you, I know I need you, you were my first off 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 stop caring. As I grew older, I rebelled more and more each and every day. \nOn a keen day, my mom and I would get along, and I was starting to select myself...'