I remember

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I remember the day you told me you were getting a divorce.
I felt love and hatred at the same time, not knowing what to think,
whose fault it was, or really what was going on at all. I remember the
day he moved away. My father, whom I had always looked up to.
I thought my life was ending and that it’d never be the same.
I just wanted to know one thing, why?





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