Life for me changed completely. I started smoking, drinking. My dad was worried about me but I didn't care. I was not worried. My mom was gone. She was the only one who loved me but now she was gone.

"Sandra, please stop all this. You're killing yourself with all this. Using your mom as an excuse for your inexcusable action. You are going to a therapist tomorrow whether you like it or not." My dad spoke out one day.

What the hell is wrong with him? He should leave me the hell alone.

"Dad, you have no right to sign me up for therapy. I am perfectly fine. Alright. I'm doing great. Stop bringing mom into this. You never cared anyways." I vented out my frustration.

"Yes, I may never care but I'm making amends. Unlike you, who spits on her grave and on her name." He shouted at me. I was getting tired of his disturbance. He should leave me alone.

"Don't you dare bring mom into this dad. Making amends? What amends hmm? Sending your daughter to a therapist like she's crazy is your version of amends. Visit the dictionary because I think you are outdated." With that I was given a slap. A resounding one that turned my face to the other side.

"The next time you talk to me in such manner, I'll slap you more than that. You have no respect and shame. Instead of you to make your mother proud in her grave, you just keep disappointing her. You are worse than what I...