My dad left when I was five and my mom when I was eight. Up until then I had a pretty normal life. I went to a normal school, I had normal friends, my life was as perfect as It could ever be. That is until dad left. Mom said it wasn't because of me and my illness but because of who he was. She said that he was never the kind of guy to stick around for long and that she was surprised he even stuck around this long. But I knew that this was all a lie. I knew because he always secretly hated me, for whatever reason, wither it be because of me illness or because of my lack to have any fun. I guess I will never know.
