Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Prologue
For what I've known I've been moving back and forth for along time for now. I don't seem to be staying at a place for once. It all started since my mom died, in a car crash. My dad doesn't like to talk about it, for all I've known is that I was 4 years old and my mom and dad were coming from my great uncle's funeral, my mom was very upset , even tho she knew she couldn't drive she insisted that she would.
My aunt looked after me that evening as she was pregnant with her first child. My dad always say that I've been blessed as I wasn't there that day! And my dad was blessed too, as he survived through such an awful accident. My dad took care of me ever since! We've moved more than 6 times form what i remember.
George, my dad he's been awfully great to me. Sometimes i don't even miss my mom when I'm with him. It all feels so magical how he alone does it all. He doesn't even think about getting married again, I think it'd be great for him to get married again as he seems pretty sad most of the time looking at mom's picture. I try to change the subject most of the time, but he still wakes up over the night remembering her.
I hardly remember being with her, but I do remember the way she used to tie my hairs, and say that I'm like a magical princess from a fairy tale. She'd always tell me that I was one of a kind and I knew that I was. She often told me that magic comes from stars and how magic, witches, spells, they'r all true. We used to look up to the sky and see the stars winking at us. It felt magical.
For all I've known I knew we've had to move again. I had a feeling that I'd like it.
My aunt looked after me that evening as she was pregnant with her first child. My dad always say that I've been blessed as I wasn't there that day! And my dad was blessed too, as he survived through such an awful accident. My dad took care of me ever since! We've moved more than 6 times form what i remember.
George, my dad he's been awfully great to me. Sometimes i don't even miss my mom when I'm with him. It all feels so magical how he alone does it all. He doesn't even think about getting married again, I think it'd be great for him to get married again as he seems pretty sad most of the time looking at mom's picture. I try to change the subject most of the time, but he still wakes up over the night remembering her.
I hardly remember being with her, but I do remember the way she used to tie my hairs, and say that I'm like a magical princess from a fairy tale. She'd always tell me that I was one of a kind and I knew that I was. She often told me that magic comes from stars and how magic, witches, spells, they'r all true. We used to look up to the sky and see the stars winking at us. It felt magical.
For all I've known I knew we've had to move again. I had a feeling that I'd like it.
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