it was the day after my 11th birthday.
too young to expect it.
too grown to not know what was going on.
the look on my moms face just said it all.
something had happened when she got that call.
she came to me with tears in her eyes,
something was wrong,
it was impossible for her to hide.
i was clueless for a minute.
not sure what was going on.
i hugged her, and let her know..
that no matter what happened.
it'll be okay..
her cry got harder, then she looked at me and said.
"Baby, i'm so sorry.. but last night
you're dad passed away.."
this couldn't be true. i must be confused.
i didn't want to believe it,
but there was nothing else i could do.
i broke down in tears. and faced the truth..
the same day i turned 11,
i lost a part of me..
i lost my daddy..
