the first time i started to believe,
i was 9 years old, my parents were getting a divorse. and i felt alone.
i needed support that i wasn't getting from anyone else. i was very confused.
and all i heard was fighting, and things breaking. cars starting.and doors slamming.
i remember , sitting at the top of the stairs listing to everything. i was told nothing
was my fault. and that everything would be ok. it was summer, i was supposed to
be having fun. i used to sit in my room and cry, and ask to be someone else.
i remember sitting on the floor late one night. asking god to let things work
.two months later, my mom moved into an appartment. and i had to share my
stuff between two houses. i didn't realize, how hard this was going to be.
christmas came . my mom came over, and it was like old times. but 2 hours
later, she left. and i went with her. god, helped me when no one else did.
and, now. everything is prefect. and i couldn't ask for a better life < 3
truee storyy < 3
kae chrisine huang.