I don't want to make anyone cry, so if you are reading this and think you might cry, abort this page.

FWD: I shall not say who I am. I had a boyfriend named John. He was the love of my life♥. He hates me now because of...I shouldn't dare say. My father has been killed, I was at the age of 3 years old. Don't remember a thing about him. I really want to see him. I don't know what It's like to have a dad. I have a mom. She was engaged to my father at the age of 26 years old. I almost died as well , at six years old. Someone came in my house ... I said "Who are you?" They had a gun. I screamed and ran into my mom. She quickly ran out the house with me in her arms. The man grabbed my mom's laptop. The police arrived in 2 minutes from the time my mom had been on the phone. They waited for the man to abort my house and finally, he did. The police couldn't catch the guy. I could be dead. I forgot to mention, my house is now burned down and I am living in a trailer park. My mom couldn't afford for me to go to school at the age of eight and on, I forgot to mention ... my mom got lucky and won 3 million dollars but , the guy who jacked my house snatched the cash $. Now, my mom makes money at about 2 bucks and hour at a laundro. She works for eight hours ... 16 bucks everyday, alot... right? Quite a life! The worst part about this is my dad. Because...

-The hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to let go,
and knowing when to say goodbye.