So, my first memory is an argument... well not an argument. The argument, the one that broke them up. I was 3 years old and it was around 1 AM. I woke up and wanted a drink of water. I saw mom and dad screaming in the kitchen so i hid under a stool and when mommy heard me crying she found me sitting next to her ring huddled up. The next day I remember around the same time my mom woke me up and brought me to her car. We drove to Grandmie's house and stayed there for about 3 years then around the time we moved Grandpa died.i
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Non-FictionSalutations, my name is "Ash" and I'm gonna change names in this story for personal reasons. My mom and dad viorced when i was 3
