Today was your 16th birthday, you had looked forward to this day for your whole life. When you were little you would sit in the driver 's seat of your mom’s car while it was parked in the driveway, imagining being 16 and being able to drive. If only you then that being 16 wouldn’t be anything like the glory days you dreamed of.
If you knew when you were a little girl that on the day of your 16th birthday you wouldn’t be driving your moms car, but instead sitting by her hospital bed both of your hands full, one with her sick, cold hand the other with your fathers phone number. If you had known this, back then you never would have wished for this day. You would have ran from it, as fast as you could.
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The paper in your hand was something you had always dreamed of, since the moment you learned to speak you had been asking for your father but your mom always refused to tell you who he was. As you got older and learned about the world and the people in
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“You knew, all this time you knew and you never-”
Your voice cracked and you fought back tears. Finding out that your dad, who you’ve wanted to know has known about you this whole time and never tried to contact you. It hurt worse than you could have ever imagined.
Dean sighed, he never wanted to hurt you. He just wanted to keep you safe
“Y/n, there was a good reason your mother and I didn’t tell you. Why did she give you this number? She told me she would contact me before telling you who I was.” Dean was trying to be nice after he realize how hurt you were, but hearing him talking about your mom filled you with rage.
“Yeah well when you find out you’ve got a tumor this size of a golf ball in your head and there 's not a way to get it out calling your daughters baby-daddy doesn 't make the top of the priorities list.”
Both of you froze again, you sniffled back more tears and Dean slowly sat down at the news he just received.
“Y/n, I had no
Oddly enough, that same person walked through my door about thirty minutes later, or at least I thought it was him. I yelled at him. Full on screamed at him for giving me a medicine that nearly killed me. He looked flustered, but then recovered moments later. “What are you talking about?”
Never have I had to look into my dad’s eyes and tell I wish that I was dead and meant it. I’ve never truly seen my cry like this before. He knew I wasn’t kidding. I was fourteen years old and I honestly could not see myself making it to the next day. The doctor’s returned.
"That never occurred. I had loving parents, and my childhood was without trauma. As for why I say the girl was humiliated and treated like an animal. Isn 't what you 'd do, Doctor, take your time to savour it? If it was me, I 'd degrade the dumb bitch, before," Jarrod made a slashing motion with his finger across his throat, "I killed her," then shook his head, and lowered his arm to his lap.
He is sitting at his desk, feeling sorry for himself. Hoping against hope, that she doesn’t get on the next plane out of town instead of coming back to Exhibit. Freida knocks once, then lets herself in. The big smile on her face, lets him know the news before she says the words.
May 8, 1765 Dear Diary, It has been almost three months since the Stamp Act was passed. I could never forget the day it was. March 22, 1765: I came home that day, and my parents were already fighting.
“Log number 17: We have been lost for 10 weeks in this tundra, if anyone is hearing this then we are alive and I published this with my other log dates,” I chattered, while writing. “ What are you talking about?” questioned my pal Tom, but he goes by SANS. I replied with, “ I’m writing my 17th log date, you know I talk to myself when I write.” I have made 16 other log entries and he still questions me about this. But my cousin Sunnshine, my friend SANS (Tom), and I have been stuck in this stupid tundra in the middle of Greenland for 10 weeks, with limited food, freezing temperatures, and the University (the building we work for) completely forgot about us, go figure.
As I slowly walked over to where my mom was sitting I dreaded the conversation that was about to happen. As soon as she handed me the phone I said “hi” and after a long silence I finally heard my father’s booming voice through the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear about you and your boyfriend.” When I heard this I couldn’t help but fight back the tears. Crying was never acceptable so I already knew better then to let him hear me cry.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I was going to introduce you once you were 18. That was the deal your father and I made but I couldn’t wait any
I was raised in a single-parent household, by my mother, along with my brother. We were economically disadvantaged because mother’s salary was not sufficient to cover the entirety of expenses, or provide for additional needs. Furthermore, we did not have financial support from my father, because my parents were divorced. There were times when my mother gathered financial resources from other family members, and public assistance to pay for expenses such as clothing, food, and utilities. Fortunately, I was able to receive loans and grants to pay for my tuition, because my mother could not afford to.
In a single moment… I cannot tell you the exact day I left my dad or the exact day my grandparents passed away. I only remember the fragments of their lives that are engraved into my mind. My mind becomes a maze as I try to recall the exact day depicted in the photo. I can only recall mere seconds... I am a mere infant, snuggling into the smaller figure of my mother, with her long hair tied in a ponytail and jean skirt, as she stands behind a miniature version of my brother, still wearing a mountain of red curls on his head with an astonished expression etched into his puffy cheeks.. Standing next to my mother is my Grandfather, smiling with his clean bill of health and typical short sleeve shirt that screams its ready to sit by the ocean side, as he holds onto the handles of my grandmother’s wheelchair.
“Tell us. Tell us what’s happening! Say something…” At that moment, we were anxious to hear something encouraging, a few words telling us that there was nothing to worry about… But one glance at my father’s face left no doubt.”
It was one of those killers silences parents gave you sometimes, in person or over the phone, when they were trying to make you keep talking. Or maybe his dad couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “I’m
I’ll bet he’s sorry! He’s sorry he didn’t kill me altogether!” My father gazed at me intently, his eyes narrowing.
I thought to myself if i can’t find my parents then maybe i'll go tell a police officer what had happened we walked around for a little bit then i saw them but they didn't looked worried they haven't even noticed that i was gone i walked up to them i told the police officer thank you and that he was not needed anymore but i was sad. But this is when i came to a realization where the world does not revolve around me and i was devastated. I never ever told them that i was lost because in my head at the time i didn’t think that i would matter.but i had soon gotten over i mean where at disney
His dad is very secretive and always has been. “Logan enough with that negative attitude now go set the damn table.” His mom said with force. “Ok, ok, sorry.” Logan replied.