How It Started

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It's hard when no one opens the door for you, really excided to see you home. 

I'm Abigail, and I get how it feels, but wishing for someone to greet me when I came back from work, how would my life would finally brighten up. Life has been too depressing after I worked for so much, just for rent. I'm just 16, but chose to live a independent life. After my parents had passed away from a tragic car accident, it was all me, I was finally alone. 

I'm a only child, I never had siblings, they wouldn't hide it from me since they passed away recently. 

I just turned 17, I treated myself a small cake, wishing my parents were here to wish me. They were all that I had left, I never knew my other family. I now sang a silent happy birthday to myself, while a tear fell down to my cheek. I still didn't finish my wish yet, as I blew out the candles, cut into three slice, one more my parents, and one for me. 

I never really believe wishes, since they wouldn't work when I was younger. My parents always told me to make a wish on my birthday. I did and wanting a color set, I was like ten back then. Long story short, I never received any. 

I waited for a year for it to come, but when I almost turned 11, I finally received one. It was from my parents, but I couldn't be any grateful.

I love to draw, it was one of my hobbies whenever I had free time. Now that I mostly don't, I usually draw during the night times, sometimes when it wasn't that late, I would stay up during the weekends to draw. I have been working on a fun project now, a portrait of my family. It will take a while since I don't have time any more, I mean high school I still have to finish, I never really told my friends about my life, but it was never brought up. 

The wish I haven't told you, even though you're not suppose to tell anyone but I don't believe in wishes anyways, I never really believed in myself anymore. 

"I wish both of you were still here." I said while I was about to eat the first bite of the cake. 

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