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My name is Rose, my dad has always liked the name Rose. So, it doesn’t really make sense, because he said that my mother would’ve named me willow.
My mom left us when I was 6 months old, so I don’t know her. My dad always said she was a messed up lady, that didn’t think about anybody but herself. I blame my mom every day for leaving us, even though I didn’t even know her.
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I grabbed a pancake off the plate and sat back down at the table. The table tilted a bit to the right side as I put my elbows on the table.
Dad always gets annoyed when I put my elbows on the table, he always said “Rose, your mom wouldn’t have liked it if you did that.”
I know deep down, he still loves her. I know because anytime my aunt mentions her, he tears up. It’s not noticeable to anybody else, but I know what his face looks like when he’s unhappy.
He lifts his eyebrows, and his eyes gets tiny. To anybody else, it would look like he’s confused, but if you knew him like I know him, you would be able to tell he was disappointed.
But besides the fact that Dad still loved Mom, he was an honest guy. He always told me the truth, even if I didn’t want to hear it.
I looked at the clock “shit, I have to leave” I yelled as I was about to grab my backpack.
“Honey! Before you go” he didn’t finish he’s sentence before, I slammed the door right after me shouting “love you!”
I ran down the stairs of the apartment building, running as fast as I could. Luckily the bus was still there. ‘’Thank God’’ I thought as I was walking in. I sat down alone. I like being alone, especially on the bus.
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