Him
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From day one I loved him.
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I would make his bed on the floor and wait for him to come home.
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He would work late and sleep all day. I did not really know who he was but I loved him anyway.
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Only six years old and I can still hear the words he sung to me as i fell asleep.
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Only six but the cold words he spoke to my mother still run through my head.
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He called her names I could not repeat. Even though he hurt my mother, I still loved him
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As she grew sicker the weaker he became and the strong I had to be.
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After her fight was finally over, he told me he wished it was him instead.
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Only eight years old but I did not shed a tear though my mother was not coming home.
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Not one tear formed or left my eye because I had to be strong for him.
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After the day we put my mother in the ground did I realize we buried him too.
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He would go to work, come home, sleep, stare at the wall then repeat. The light I was once saw in him was gone.
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Only eight years old when he made me parentless.
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As time passed I only saw him once a day for only a hour never more. We did not speak just sat there but I still loved him
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I still loved him even though he did not speak or move. I stilled loved him even though he was dead to the world.
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My words grew less. Words became foreign to me.
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He did not notice the words that came out of my mouth were wrong because he did not listen to a work I said.
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He did not notice I no longer showered or comb my hair because he did not look away from the wall.
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He did not notice my friends were no longer care because he only cared about himself and his sorrow.
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But I still loved him.
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Three years passed he started to wake up from his long sleep.
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I was happy to have him back again. I was happy to see a little flame in his eyes.
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He married again and his wife brought a daughter and a son. Things were good again.
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But he grew mean. He would strike me with his belt.
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The leather hurt like a thousand pins as it hit my skin over and over again. Every bruise I had because I still loved him.
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I still loved him for he was my father.
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I still loved him for he was my first love.
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I still loved him for I was once his little girl.
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I still loved him though he broke my heart.
- I no longer find love for him in my heart. Now I love a boy who loved me as much as he should have.