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The Loss of a Father
I was always closer to my dad than my mom. He was like my best friend. I always thought he was the smartest person I'd ever know; until he started doing meth. He started spending more time out than he spent at home. He was always telling me and my mom conspiracy stories about his friends, paranoid that everyone was always out to get him. He started wanting me around less and to fight with my mom more. It got to where he wouldn't sleep for 4 days at a time saying that he felt 16 again. In January of that year he went to a state across the country telling my mom and I that he was looking for work. He never came back. My father and my best friend left when meth was brought into the picture. My father doesn't want to talk to me anymore, or see me, and he doesn't know a thing about my life. My name is Gina and I am 15 years old. My father left everything he cared about when he started doing meth 2 years ago.