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Head trauma


Shelton Lowery, my dad, my best friend, my rider, my everything. Nobody could tell me otherwise. What do you do when you are use to being so close to somebody and they die mentally in your head. Head trauma is what I was diagnosed with when he decided to untie all strings from me. From showing me how to take care of myself financially to just sitting back watching kings of queens having late night talks. I knew I never was going to need anybody else. Shelton Lowery, my dad, my best friend, my rider, my everything. Nobody could tell me otherwise, is no longer apart of me. Feeling so detached I patch it up with a smile and go on with life. What is a girl supposed to do transforming into a woman without the one person she thought would never leave. Shelton lowery, my dad, my best friend, my rider, my everything. Nobody could tell me otherwise, IS NOW JUST A THING OF THE PAST. Hopefully I can have my best friend back, but until then Ill make mistakes maybe even twice, ill continue to grow, I’ll continue to strive and if you ever end up reading this I hope you know you Shelton lowery you was my best friend, my rider, and most importantly my dad. And I hope no one could ever tell you otherwise.

 

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