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Hello, I’m Layla.
I grew up with the best parents an only child could ever ask for. In my mind, I always thought of my parents as my big brother and sister. Life was calm and sweet; until everything came clashing down.
As a teen, I was so excessive to the point that I didn’t take no for an answer. I got all I asked from my parents, but I was never satisfied for some reason and I kept feeling unfulfilled. That’s why I kept asking for more.
On the eve of my fifteenth birthday, I had a huge argument with dad over whether or not I should go out. After things got really heated, I told him I hated how he treated me and furiously ran to my room and shut the door so hard the house reverberated from the anger inside me. After a while, I heard a loud bang coming from my parents’ room that put some fear into me, I strolled towards the room feeling my anger sip into my fingers and opened the door. Nothing prepared me for the sight. I saw dad on the floor. My heart sunk. Mum was scrambling, jerking him, and ran to call the neighbors. It happened to fast or I'll say my visions were blurred from the tears and the trauma that plagued my mind "Did I have something to do with it?".
Months have passed since we lost dad to the heart attack, my first real taste of life’s bitter whip. We managed to get things in order, so to speak. Mum was working about two to three jobs; I really don't know. I see her most nights exhausted, passed out on the couch.
After dad's death, I was pretty much out of sorts - picture the narcissistic teenager who just lost her dad, I was deeply shut out from everything and everyone. I felt angry at myself and everyone I know. Most times, I was angry at my mom. She was always too busy for me, always said she had to work, and despite her working all the time, she barely provided me with the money I needed. Like one time, I was dying to learn piano with my friends. And when I told mom she said that she’ll register me at The Arena near us. Which was a really horrible place. It was too public, and I hated that. I wanted private lessons!! However, my mom refused and said that private lessons were expensive. I was really angry with her, cause I was sure she could afford it!
"If dad were here, he would have agreed and paid for the lessons". I stormed out right before the tears well up in mum's eyes. The following week, I was already learning piano. It felt good but as usual mum wasn't around on most Saturdays.
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