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          “We once we’re a normal family”, I thought to myself, standing in front of my dead mother on a cold Saturday morning. The truth is, at one point, life was about us. Us as a family, our almost perfect life. Momma had a doctor’s appointment, and there was nothing they could do to save her. So now here I am, standing in front of my dead mother. What other thirteen year old has to do that? None that I’ve heard of. My mom always told me that life is tough, but I am too. I’m going to have to remember that as I stand here, helplessly. Life is tough, but I am too. Things will get tough, but I’ll be able to make it through. 

          “Ellia, lets go,” I heard my dad scream to me from the other side of the cemetery. How insensitive! Ever since momma passed, Dad has always been in an angry and slightly abusive mood. I’m not sure why, but he always takes it out on me. What did I ever do to him? Whenever he would yell at me, I knew there was one person I could turn to. Bandit is my 10 year old yellow Labrador retriever. He and I have been through it all. Without Bandit, I’m not sure what I would do. 

          I walked over to dad’s old Ford F-150, and boosted myself in. Oh how I hated that thing! It was old rusty, dusty, and gross. Dad started it up, and we drove home. I was only a fifteen minute drive, but it seemed like hours. We were both silent, and didn’t say a word to each other until we reached the gravel road leading to our farmhouse. 

         “Ellia, life must be terrible right now. I don’t think you even realize how terrible it is!” I was shocked. Dad would have never said that if momma was still here. Never! I didn’t know what to say, so I just got out and walked towards the house. When I reached the front door, Bandit was there to greet me. At least I knew I could count on him to make me happy! 

          “We once we’re a normal family”, I thought to myself, standing in front of my dead mother on a cold Saturday morning. The truth is, at one point, life was about us. Us as a family, our almost perfect life. Momma had a doctor’s appointment, and there was nothing they could do to save her. So now here I am, standing in front of my dead mother. What other thirteen year old has to do that? None that I’ve heard of. My mom always told me that life is tough, but I am too. I’m going to have to remember that as I stand here, helplessly. Life is tough, but I am too. Things will get tough, but I’ll be able to make it through. 

          “Ellia, lets go,” I heard my dad scream to me from the other side of the cemetery. How insensitive! Ever since momma passed, Dad has always been in an angry and slightly abusive mood. I’m not sure why, but he always takes it out on me. What did I ever do to him? Whenever he would yell at me, I knew there was one person I could turn to. Bandit is my 10 year old yellow Labrador retriever. He and I have been through it all. Without Bandit, I’m not sure what I would do. 

          I walked over to dad’s old Ford F-150, and boosted myself in. Oh how I hated that thing! It was old rusty, dusty, and gross. Dad started it up, and we drove home. I was only a fifteen minute drive, but it seemed like hours. We were both silent, and didn’t say a word to each other until we reached the gravel road leading to our farmhouse. 

         “Ellia, life must be terrible right now. I don’t think you even realize how terrible it is!” I was shocked. Dad would have never said that if momma was still here. Never! I didn’t know what to say, so I just got out and walked towards the house. When I reached the front door, Bandit was there to greet me. At least I knew I could count on him to make me happy!