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a short story I wrote about my life... poetic license has been used~:

A few years ago, there was a precious little girl, caught up in her own world of make-believe. Everything was perfect, with a perfect God who could make everything all right. Then, one day, she noticed that things started going wrong. Her daddy wasn't around as often -- he made unexplainable trips in the middle of the night. Sometimes, when he was at home, his midnight screaming would wake her up. She never knew what was wrong. Her mother was trying so hard, but often failed. She often heard her mother crying in the bedroom when Daddy was away. She wanted to comfort Mommy, but didn't know how. The best way she could think of was to stay out of her way, and not be much of a bother. She tried as hard as she could to be such a good little girl these days. Trying not to complain when her friends got the best school supplies while she had to rely on hand-me-downs was the hardest. One day, Daddy went away in the middle of the day, and never came back. Oh, she was too young to understand, and she didn't know the pain she would feel many years later. God had changed -- was everything really all right? Mommy had changed -- she didn't know what, but something had changed, and it didn't quite feel right. Her friends changed -- they didn't like her anymore. Her family changed -- a little more anger, or was it mourning? Daddy never came back, but sometimes they made visits to his new place, where he slept with many new friends. Sometimes, while they were visiting Daddy's new place, they would meet other people, also visiting their Daddy's. It wasn't a happy place. This little girl didn't think much of what was happening. She was too caught up in her own make-believe world, where the sun was shining, and there were no earthquakes.

A few years later, this girl came to understand a bit more. It wasn't her, really, but where her heart was. She praised God from saving her from such torment. But she still hadn't learned about a lot of things. She was still focused on getting good grades and pretending that everything was happy. On the outside, her family was normal. On the inside, it was breaking down. There was still a lot of anger, a lot of pent up grief. There was still a lot of selfishness, built around the fear of being so hurt again. But God was not finished with this family. This girl realized that she needed to get away.

A few years later, she had gotten away. She had grown up some more, and had learned so much about herself. Thanks to God for opening her eyes. Because she is now secure in who she is, she can return home. She can learn to love her sisters like never before. God has been so good. This girl expects so much from God in these next few months, and prays so hard that she will not be disappointed.

But there is still so much to learn. When will she be ready? How will she know? How will she know who is being honest, who is being themselves, and who is true? It's so hard, and there is no way to know for certain. This girl will never know until the day comes. I just pray that this girl will see the day when it is here.