By: Taylor E
South Carolina, Grade: 5

I am stuck in the mouth of the depression. i would love for it to go away. i live with my aunt, but i dearly miss my parents. she's nice and all, but she doesn't give hugs like mom, or talk like dad. my mother died when i was 7, I'm 11 now, and my dad moved somewhere to get a job, he's a migrant worker. I'll see him soon though. he said i can go with him this time. YEAH! i could not go with him last time because he said it was too dangerous. he said people would kill me, but i think he's looking for an excuse to keep me safe. but I'm 11 about to turn 12, I'm a young woman. he just says I'll always be his baby girl. he's learning though.my dad will be here... there he IS. DADDY!!!!!! got to go, bye.