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I remember the screaming, as clear as day. Even though I was in my room, I could still hear them through the closed door. "Your gambling has gone too far." Screamed my mum. "There is no such thing as going too far." Retorted my dad. "We've got nothing left!" Shouted my mum. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut. I could still hear muffled shouts, so I sang a song that my parents taught me as a child. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away." By the time I finished the song, tears had found their way through the opening of my eyelids. "I can't take this anymore!" I heard my mum shout. "How are we to support ____ if you keep gambling all our money away?" "We can support her, we'll just have to work harder for her sake!" Replied my dad. "We wouldn't have to work hard if you didn't gamble so much!" In my head nothing made sense, I couldn't make out their words. It just sounded like a pointless screaming contest, whoever screamed the loudest would be heard. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away."

The next day, my parents decided on a divorce. The file said that my mother could have me on weekdays and I could spend the weekends with my dad if I wanted to. Apparently it was a unanimous decision, but I didn't get a say. The divorce was put into plan 7 days later. My dad moved to a house which was 5 blocks from my house. My mum was a working single mum with a 11 year old daughter, and my dad was a gambling bum who wasted his money, well, that was what my mother would always tell me. I never spent time with my mum, she was always working to keep out heads above the water. My dad on the other hand always spent time with me when I visited him, but he was a gambler.

My my mum was single for 3 years. When I was 14 she found a man to call her husband. I didn't like him very much, he seemed like a greedy pervert, but my mum thought he was nice so I didn't say anything. Because my mum worked so late and I didn't want to be alone with the pervert I usually went out to see my dad or my bestfriend Chanyeol. He had been my bestfriend since childhood and he is the only childhood friend who lives in the same town as me. I could tell him about anything and everything, we were much closer than my other friends were. I could walk to Chanyeol's house in 15 minutes and his family would welcome he into their home. Chanyeol is the only person in the world who knows my true feelings, my true feelings about the divorce, my true feelings about my step dad basically my true feelings about anything. We know each other inside and out.

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