Layla
"I need to talk to her. I need to make things better with her." I told dad as I got up from my chair. He smiled, getting up and hugging me. "Baby, I want you to know that I am VERY proud of you. Of your accomplishments and everything that you have become. You are a wonderful woman. And again, you don't have to stay and help. This is our battle, my battle."
Dad was reluctant to make me leave, but I had already made up my mind. Besides, I wasn't sure I was ready to go again. These past few days, I have learned so much, and I realized that I've missed out on so much.
I miss being part of the family; I missed spending time with my sister. I miss waking up in the mornings at home to my dad's off-key singing.
I even miss riding along with mom and her goofy friends and spending time
