Sara.K
I'm your average fifteen year old, living a relatively good life. I still think the best of the world, so I'm an optimistic person! I celeb-hop whenever I watch a new show. I've a crazy love for eating, shopping and reading but I'm also a geek who loves to bum my days away sitting in front of the computer.


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    Sunday, November 1, 2009


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    This song is a tear-jerker.

    Once upon a time, there was an eight year old girl.
    She had a little brother, and doting parents. She was like a princess in her household.
    However, daddy chose to spoil it all, when he fell for some other woman.

    Daddy and Mommy fought and argued day and night.
    It was then, they threw the question at her.
    who do you want to live with? Mommy asked, with tears in her eyes.

    That girl didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say.
    Till finally, the words left her mouth.
    I want to live with Mommy.

    Daddy sucked his lips and the girl knew she hurt him. Fine, Daddy said bitterly.

    You see, it wasn't that the girl didn't want her Daddy,
    but she was afraid.
    She didn't want to leave her Mommy, because she loved her so much and she was so upset because of her father.
    At that time, the girl thought of her Daddy as a man who made Mommy cry. She didn't want to go live with him, together with his new woman and she didn't want a stepmother.

    The girl's brother was young at that time, he didn't know what was going on. He just know that Mommy and Daddy were fighting, and he was scared. He cried.
    The girl wanted to be brave, she didn't shed a tear even when Daddy left.
    She didn't want to be upset like her Mommy is. She tried hard to be strong. She didn't tell her friends, in fear they would laugh, and kept it all to herself.

    She scribbled in her dairy, I hate Daddy for making things turn out the way it is.
    But she never did ask, Daddy, I'm your little girl, why don't you want me any more?

    Six years later, as she randomly thought back, she didn't hate her Daddy. She loves him, and the question was no longer why he didn't want her anymore.
    It was Daddy, why didn't you care about how I felt when you did what you did?

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