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I could hear the cries of my mother and the yelling of my father in my head. I barely remembered what happened, it was mostly a blur. I remember my father yelling at my mother, my mother trying to get away. He picked up a miniature glass statue we got at Disney World, he shook it in front of my mothers face and through it in my direction. It missed me by inches and hit the wall behind me. My mother cried out, my father still yelling. Finally my father left in anger. I woke up the next morning with my mother packing, she was leaving my father. The next thing i know my mother was gone, with the house half empty. My father hadn't come back yet, and my mother was already gone.I was alone and scared, not knowing what to do. I sat in the dark, staring up at the Christmas tree. I closed my eyes, with tears running down my face, and i whispered "Merry Christmas" .





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