Hello... I'm not mentioning my real name,but I will tell you my past. I was born when my mother was 16, and my father was 17. They both loved me with all their hearts. But sadly, my mom ran away when I turned only 2 weeks old. My father cried his heart out, and held me tight as he did. He even told me I started to cry. She came to visit me every only three times, but never came to one of my birthday's. I miss her a lot, and I think of her everyday.

My father had to drop out of school and get a job to take care of me. But after a while, my grandmother had to start taking care of me while my father went to school again. 3 years after my mother disappeared, my father moved onto who I now have to refur to as my step mother. She hated me just because I was born from someone else, or at least thats the conclusion I've come up to.
mom( grandmother ).

When the day came that he married her, I already started to refur to my grandmother, as mom, and my dad asked me if I wanted to live with him and my new step mom, but I said I wanted to stay with myThat night, I over heard my step mom saying that she didnt want me living with her, and so, she was happy that I didnt.

Her and my father had always gotten into fight's because of me. At time's, I still wish I was dead to stop them. I even believe my whole life was just a mistake. And so every once in a while, I cry myself to sleep, and pray that my father would live a better and happier life.

My grandma tell me that now a days, when my dad comes to see me, my grandma says that I act just like my real mother did. She would also tell him that she would rather have him with my mother, than with my step mom. But he would always so that there would be no way that would happen after all the pain she cured for our family.



I dont really remember much of what had happened in the past, so I've had to ask my grandmother. she tells me stories of when my dad would always talk about my mom, and how he loved me so much. I even saw a video of him taking me into a pool for the first time. Most babies cry on their first time into a pool. But I jumpped in the pool, and I almost drowned, but my dad got me quick, and when I got to the surface, I thought I would cry in the video, but instead I laugh and said "again, again!" My dad told me that I was really rebleuss. And my grandma said that my dad would cry about not being able to be a good father to me. I had never seen my dad cry before, or be sad. But I trust my grandma, and now. Everytime I talk to my dad on the phone, I tell him excatly how much he really means to me.