I had to go.

Ever since my father passed away from heart failure I couldn’t stay in my home
town. It’s a small town outside New York, Auroa. Growing up there felt just like movie.
Everyone was close wih one another. And of course news travelled fast.

My father was beloved in our community. His kidness and generosity didn’t go unoticed. He
was the sweetest person. So when he passed everyone was grieving. I fell into a deep
deppresion, to the point that opening my eyes in the morning was a challenge. Opening
them meant that another day was going to begin. Another day without him. Another day
where I have to face people in this town looking at me with condesending looks, constsntly
asking if I am doing okay. Well I couldn’t take it anymore. Which is why my I decided im
leaving.