When shit happens, you can either let it break you or make you stronger. And I've decided to choose the latter.

A month before Christmas and this is happening. I just don't know what to do. But it's just out of my grasp. I wish I was older. Maybe then I would have a chance to avoid this from happening. I don't know how am I going to process this. I know time will heal but there isn't enough time. It isn't fair. Why does he have to go? I need him here. I need my daddy.

Btw thanks to Bryce and Ethan for being there for me. You guys are the best :')