No one knows…

Everyone at school thinks I am such a strong person, because I put on a brave face everyday. I’m not. I’m not strong. I’m not brave. I’m weak. I lay every night thinking about my Dad, trying to hold back the tears so no one can hear. I break down sometimes, I can’t help it, I miss him so much.

"I want to hold your hand when we’re 80 and say that we made it."