Age 5
My dad finally did it after me telling him I hated him so much he finally killd himself.
Me and my mom dident cry not one tear. I told him I hated him and left. After that the police came to our house and told us he was dead. From then on that everyone but my Mom treated me different everyone told me I killd my dad.
I felt so sad all the time I never felt happy again. My grandparents always say that diablo is in me. I am pretty sure the devil isent in me but tell that my grandparents.
The only thing i have left in my life are my mom and humor at this point. My brother and me hid in his room till my grandparents were gone. Finally my mom came in and I startet crying and all she sayd was it wasent your fault.
It was the second hardest part of my life. After that my brother went to a summer camp. So me and my mom were alone.
Finally december came along and so did my birthday. I hate birthdays. They only selebrate me being one year longer in pain. Nobody came to my birthday no grandparents no aunts no unkuls no nothing. Just me my brother and mom. But I think that was for the best.
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