I grip my dad shirt and begging not to leave but I feel a sharp smack on my head, which makes me let go and fall on my back. More tears roll down my cheeks as I look up at my dad with tearing eyes, pleading them to take me with them but dad looked at me coldly. Dad walk towards the car and get in the driver seat while mom was in the passenger seat, doing her makeup. I called out to them but the car quickly drive away. leaving me feeling lost and abounded.
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