I was trying to write an auto-biography. I got to when I was seven years old and realized that I had to retell the tale of my dog Maggie dying.
I was so young and it was so hard for me. Writing that part of my story made me so sad and I burst into tears. I'm still remembering the day my dad took her to the vet, and how uncertain I was that I would see her again. I got back from a play date and my mom delivered the news that she had been out to sleep. It was one of the saddest moments of my life, and I still cry about it sometimes, like today.
Sorry, I just had to get that off my shoulders...
Rest In Peace, Maggie Dog
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Big Book of Relatable Girl Problems
HumorA warning: I wrote this when I was 13. Sorry in advance. Girls' lives are complicated. Here's a book filled with my rants and dumb stories that bring out the struggle of a woman's daily life. Best: #251 in humour
