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Adolescent BluesLOCATION: my place , Orlando, FLYEAR: 2002TAGS: divorce, birthdaysPUBLISHED: February 18, 2008The night before my thirteenth birthday, my dad and I got into a huge argument about certain living arrangements being handled by my mom. My parents were separating and I was unsure about who I actually wanted to live with. Since I was twelve I actually had a say in the matter which turned out to be more a burden than anything. My parents were obviously at odds with each other and that night was not one I like to remember. A hell of a lot yelling and crying later, I stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me. I was emotionally drained, going into my thirteenth year in tears. The morning after my fit of hormonal rage I walked into my kitchen to find a caricature of myself that I’d been gifted the year before taped onto the fridge. On the back of the picture, my dad had written down the lyrics to Chiquitita by Abba. “Chiquitita tell me the truth, You’re enchained by your own sorrow, In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow, How I hate to see you like this. There is no way you can deny it. I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet.†On the bottom of the page he had written “I’m sorry.â€
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