You shouldn't be looking through my belongings but since you started reading there's no stopping you,
So
ever since my mum passed away, back at Liverpool, my dad's been acting strange. My mum died when I was 8, due to intruders breaking into my house, stole our prized possessions and when my mum tried to protect me --basically going to hurt them-- they hurt her; pushed her to our dining table, and beat her.
I honestly didn't know to do, even when I had the littlest of sense when I was 8. I was just crying and I tried to stop them, but they hurt me, giving me this blinded eye, which I will have to live with. It's not like it bothers me at all, it just feels weird to look through one eye. Where was my dad at that time? At work, though he tried to make it home as fast as he could.
Well, I changed the subject, didn't I? My dad, my weird padre, has been acting so strange ever since we moved to River Town in Nam. We didn't have a lot of money, but that was sorta okay, since almost everyone else didn't have a lot of money either. The school there was weird, I thought if you were 15, you were supposed to be in 10th grade right? Well, since the school is poor as well, they couldn't have so many classes for the high school. In Namura Intermediate School, they have middle school and elementary school, that was pretty confusing to me at first, but I got used to it. It's not like it's one huge building, they're just separate buildings next to each other. The weather here is always cold. I have to wear a jacket to everywhere I go, basically.
I got distracted again. What a bugger. Anyway, this time I will be talking about my dad. Ever since my mum died, he seemed happier, like he wasn't happy before and that when she died, he was a lot happier. He started singing, and tried to look like a fool in front of everyone. I didn't know why, but if he wasn't happy with my mum, why was he even with her? Sometimes I feel very depressed thinking about it. I don't know if he's ever going to get another woman, but if he is, I'll slap him across the face. No one ever replaces my mother.
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Oh Kritt and whoever's reading,
Seems someone got emotional, so I decided to make a little reply to your secret journals of secretness. When your mother died, I was not happy. I wasn't happy at all! I tried to ignore the sad feeling by being happier, though it really didn't do much. You should hear your weak daddy at night, sobbing and laughing right at the same time.
When I was at work that day, I heard the phone call and rushed home. Though I had to obey the laws of the road too. I couldn't just zoom my way home when I hit almost every bloody red light there was. If I was there, I would've defended your mother, making me pass away instead of her.
But you still love me, right?! Even if I do act like an idiot, I'm still your father! I'll do whatever you want, if you want yer old pappy back. I can tone down the singing, and I can take some time off work to go spend some father-son quality time. Anything! Just don't think so suspicious of me, okay? I'm not seeing anyone, the only ones I love, is you and your mother!
P.S - I'm making your favourite tonight!
P.S.S - IT'S ALSO KARAOKE TONIGHT AS WELL
because i can imagine is some 5 year old slapping her dad across the face being all "fuck you, daddy!" TTOTT