I love my mum. مزید than anything but my dad has always been my favourite. It’s not that I love him مزید than mum but he’s fun and understanding, he has wonderful advice and awful jokes. Two weeks ago, dad left. He left mum. He left me. Mum’s sad. She’s not up to much lately. I know she’s angry at him for leaving but she misses him. She’s unhappy and lonely.
Dad talked to me before he went. He told me to study hard, stay healthy and enjoy my life. He made me promise to look after mum. I think he’d be disappointed in me if he heard her crying at night. I feel terrible for not helping her feel better but I cant. How can I make mum feel better if I don’t feel better? Like mum, I spend most of my time in my room- sleeping, thinking, crying. I don’t cry as much as her anymore and I think, maybe, that’s worse.
For the first few days without dad, I couldn’t do anything but cry. My eyes were constantly red and puffy, I was so angry at dad. How could he leave us like this? Used tissues littered the floor around my over-flowing bin. Neither of us did anything for those days. We did eat, we didn’t talk, we hardly moved. The phone rand a lot but no-one answered it.
The house has changed; it used to be buzzing with activity, sunshine filled the rooms and dad played his ACDC albums every night. Now it’s empty, dull, miserable. We both stick to our bedrooms mostly, the kitchen, the bathroom at the back of the house. We’d have to walk past dad’s study to get to the main bathroom. Neither of us can do that. He spent a lot of time in there.
I’ve tried talking to mum a few times. I guess she’s not ready for a conversation. I got her to eat a piece of ٹوسٹ this morning. She’s been eating reasonably well but I’m still worried about her like she’d stop easting as soon as I turn my back on her. Maybe I should be مزید worried about me. I try to eat but nothing tastes good anymore. My اگلے goal is to get mum out of her bedroom, at least onto the couch. Not yet, but soon. When she’s ready. Baby steps. I miss mum.
I used to tell her my problems, she was a good listener. I can’t do that now. She’s not coping without dad. I need to be strong for her. Maybe this is how it will be forever.
I’ve found an escape. Dad’s study. I go there during the دن while mum’s in her room. I can close my eyes and pretend he’s sitting on the chair behind his desk. He came back after realising the way he left us and now he’s booking a میز, جدول at that restaurant mum loves. He’s forgiven me for not looking after mum properly, he knows it was hard. He’s apologised and mum’s laughing like she did before. I’ll be eating properly again and we’ll be happy. Like before.
If dad really was here he’d know how to make me happy. He’d make me eat again. It would be okay. Everything would be okay. I really wish dad would come back to us. Mum gets مزید and مزید depressed everyday. I can barely look at her. Dad would make her get out of bed, he’d make her get dressed and go to a doctor. They give out pills for depression. They could help her. Dad would know how to get those. He’d take a look at the empty cupboards and help me دکان for food. I miss him so much.
When the study gets too depressing I go back to my room each time promising myself I’d go for a walk. Last year, a girl in my class lost her brother in a car accident. They were really close. She got really depressed and one دن she jumped off the same bridge his car crashed on. I don’t ever want to be that way. Her دوستوں and family were so sad. I’m scared that if I stay in the house any longer I might get that way. So I promise myself I’m going for a walk tomorrow.
It’s been two weeks without dad. I stay in بستر for a while after I wake up. I can دل mum in the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ but I’m not hungry. I get up and drag my blanket into dad’s study. I spend a lot مزید time in here than I used to but I’m also walking like I promised myself I would. I sit on the lounge hugging my legs. The cushions still smell like him so I close my eyes and wonder when I’ll stop feeling like this, everything reminds me of him. There’s a knock on the door but I keep my eyes closed. I feel the cushions اگلے to me sink and I open my eyes to see my mum sitting اگلے to me. She’s looking around as thought she’s never been in here before. We sit like this for a while. Her looking around, me looking at her. She doesn’t say anything, I don’t expect her to. Too soon after, she gets up and walks out. I stay only long enough to fix the cushions the way dad liked them before I go back to my room.
It takes me half an گھنٹہ to shove on some clothes and brush my teeth/ I meet mum in the hall. She’s dressed today, in a simple سکرٹ, گھیرنا and a بلاؤز, کمری dad claimed as his favourite. She hasn’t bothered with makeup but she grabs a pair of black sunnies to hide her red, swollen eyes. We head to the car and are driving away. The car is silent. Mum still isn’t talking. She’s still depressed and a سکرٹ, گھیرنا and sunnies won’t change that. When we get there we take our seats in the front row. “We are gathered here today to remember the life of a loving father, adoring husband and caring son.”
The priest at the front says. I wasn’t really listening; I was thinking I heard parts of the speeches though.
‘Miss him…always remembered…beautiful wife and daughter…very sick”
It went on. People cried and quiet sobs sounded from every corner of the packed church. My father’s funeral was simple and elegant. There were مزید people there than I could ever imagine, I hardly noticed it, I spent the whole time سے طرف کی my mothers side, in case she needed me. At the end when people started leaving my mum spoke to me for the first time in two weeks. “I love آپ and I’m sorry for being so sad. It’s just us now; we’re going to look after each other. I’ll start cooking again if آپ start eating again. We’re going to talk and clean and shop. I love you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. It will be okay, everything will be okay.
“I love آپ mum, مزید than anything.”
Dad talked to me before he went. He told me to study hard, stay healthy and enjoy my life. He made me promise to look after mum. I think he’d be disappointed in me if he heard her crying at night. I feel terrible for not helping her feel better but I cant. How can I make mum feel better if I don’t feel better? Like mum, I spend most of my time in my room- sleeping, thinking, crying. I don’t cry as much as her anymore and I think, maybe, that’s worse.
For the first few days without dad, I couldn’t do anything but cry. My eyes were constantly red and puffy, I was so angry at dad. How could he leave us like this? Used tissues littered the floor around my over-flowing bin. Neither of us did anything for those days. We did eat, we didn’t talk, we hardly moved. The phone rand a lot but no-one answered it.
The house has changed; it used to be buzzing with activity, sunshine filled the rooms and dad played his ACDC albums every night. Now it’s empty, dull, miserable. We both stick to our bedrooms mostly, the kitchen, the bathroom at the back of the house. We’d have to walk past dad’s study to get to the main bathroom. Neither of us can do that. He spent a lot of time in there.
I’ve tried talking to mum a few times. I guess she’s not ready for a conversation. I got her to eat a piece of ٹوسٹ this morning. She’s been eating reasonably well but I’m still worried about her like she’d stop easting as soon as I turn my back on her. Maybe I should be مزید worried about me. I try to eat but nothing tastes good anymore. My اگلے goal is to get mum out of her bedroom, at least onto the couch. Not yet, but soon. When she’s ready. Baby steps. I miss mum.
I used to tell her my problems, she was a good listener. I can’t do that now. She’s not coping without dad. I need to be strong for her. Maybe this is how it will be forever.
I’ve found an escape. Dad’s study. I go there during the دن while mum’s in her room. I can close my eyes and pretend he’s sitting on the chair behind his desk. He came back after realising the way he left us and now he’s booking a میز, جدول at that restaurant mum loves. He’s forgiven me for not looking after mum properly, he knows it was hard. He’s apologised and mum’s laughing like she did before. I’ll be eating properly again and we’ll be happy. Like before.
If dad really was here he’d know how to make me happy. He’d make me eat again. It would be okay. Everything would be okay. I really wish dad would come back to us. Mum gets مزید and مزید depressed everyday. I can barely look at her. Dad would make her get out of bed, he’d make her get dressed and go to a doctor. They give out pills for depression. They could help her. Dad would know how to get those. He’d take a look at the empty cupboards and help me دکان for food. I miss him so much.
When the study gets too depressing I go back to my room each time promising myself I’d go for a walk. Last year, a girl in my class lost her brother in a car accident. They were really close. She got really depressed and one دن she jumped off the same bridge his car crashed on. I don’t ever want to be that way. Her دوستوں and family were so sad. I’m scared that if I stay in the house any longer I might get that way. So I promise myself I’m going for a walk tomorrow.
It’s been two weeks without dad. I stay in بستر for a while after I wake up. I can دل mum in the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ but I’m not hungry. I get up and drag my blanket into dad’s study. I spend a lot مزید time in here than I used to but I’m also walking like I promised myself I would. I sit on the lounge hugging my legs. The cushions still smell like him so I close my eyes and wonder when I’ll stop feeling like this, everything reminds me of him. There’s a knock on the door but I keep my eyes closed. I feel the cushions اگلے to me sink and I open my eyes to see my mum sitting اگلے to me. She’s looking around as thought she’s never been in here before. We sit like this for a while. Her looking around, me looking at her. She doesn’t say anything, I don’t expect her to. Too soon after, she gets up and walks out. I stay only long enough to fix the cushions the way dad liked them before I go back to my room.
It takes me half an گھنٹہ to shove on some clothes and brush my teeth/ I meet mum in the hall. She’s dressed today, in a simple سکرٹ, گھیرنا and a بلاؤز, کمری dad claimed as his favourite. She hasn’t bothered with makeup but she grabs a pair of black sunnies to hide her red, swollen eyes. We head to the car and are driving away. The car is silent. Mum still isn’t talking. She’s still depressed and a سکرٹ, گھیرنا and sunnies won’t change that. When we get there we take our seats in the front row. “We are gathered here today to remember the life of a loving father, adoring husband and caring son.”
The priest at the front says. I wasn’t really listening; I was thinking I heard parts of the speeches though.
‘Miss him…always remembered…beautiful wife and daughter…very sick”
It went on. People cried and quiet sobs sounded from every corner of the packed church. My father’s funeral was simple and elegant. There were مزید people there than I could ever imagine, I hardly noticed it, I spent the whole time سے طرف کی my mothers side, in case she needed me. At the end when people started leaving my mum spoke to me for the first time in two weeks. “I love آپ and I’m sorry for being so sad. It’s just us now; we’re going to look after each other. I’ll start cooking again if آپ start eating again. We’re going to talk and clean and shop. I love you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. It will be okay, everything will be okay.
“I love آپ mum, مزید than anything.”
Hi people. well im starting up an advice column for those people who need advice through situations and questions. If آپ yourself find your stuck in a problem میل ای my account at dearannie_advice@hotmail.co.uk. this is my special account i use for people needing help. Dont worry anything آپ say will never be told to anyone else, thats my promise. If آپ dont think آپ trust me then send it to my fanpop account. im here to help those stuck.
please if آپ need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
please if آپ need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
آپ were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with آپ walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my دل asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
آپ were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with آپ walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my دل asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
ارے guys I'm new here and I just want to tell u guys how to become a mermaid for those mermaids lovers
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water یا fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
mermaids in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten منٹ but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 سیکنڈ is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 منٹ but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water یا fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
mermaids in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten منٹ but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 سیکنڈ is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 منٹ but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck