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Writing is my way of escaping the world. Okay.. now let's start. When I was five, I thought the world was the best place in the galaxy. Boy was I wrong. When I was 8, my parents started to fight and argue every night. In the morning they acted like nothing happened. This happened every day for 2 years. Until one day, it stopped in the blink of an eye.

Part 2: “It’s 9:30 already, Mija. Go to sleep,” My dad said the night he disappeared from my life. He closed the door and left. “Luke leave Alicia alone!” My mom yelled at my dad. “Alicia is my daughter too!” he yelled back. Every night for 2 years this is what I would hear. They would argue for hours. “IF YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE, TELL ME!” My dad yelled. “YEAH, I DO! NOW GO!!!!!” my mom argued

I heard the front door slam. I put on some headphones and played some music. Broken Lullabies, from for king and country. “Lovely child, lay your head and sleep. Dream of a world full of circus rides and golden streets,” I sang along, “Lonely child, why are you so sad? Why do your tears fall so easily?” I cried while I sang. My dad sang that to me when I was younger.

I couple hours later, we received the news. My dad had been in a car crash. And now he was gone. For good.