I was sad once, and mad.

Ok. I usually don't talk about this. But my dad abandoned me and my mom when I was four. The day before my birthday. I was sad for a long time. My birthday sucked. I saw my mom crying that day. So instead of letting her see me cry, I surprised her with a little flower I tried to make out of tissue paper and wire. It sucked, too. Not the most artistic. But she stopped crying. Then, two days before my eighth birthday, my mom died in an accident. She was on her way home from work. My dad never came back so I got sent to foster care. That sucked, too. I made the best of it. Helped people. Graduated Hs. Went to college. It sucks not having any family. My mom was an only child. My dad hated me because I could see ghosts. And that's the reason he abandoned me and my mom. I think the last time I cried was at eight years old. Nothing seems sad enough to cry after all of that. I try to make my life sunshine by adding happiness, laughter, and skateboarding.