The Tragic Fall of a Family: A 16-Year-Old's Descent into Grief and Isolation This is an edited version of the previous story, had some grammar issues I wanted to change, this should be a smoother read! Love never fades. Growing up. My name is Aaron Fitz. For the first twelve years of my life, I grew up like any other child. Went to school, came home from school, did my homework, played with toys, was just a normal child. I was a happy normal child, until one of the most important nights of my life. My father was one of the smartest people around, CEO of one of the biggest glass producing companies around and a person loved within the company. On the outside, Jerry Fitz was a great man, he made all his workers feel welcome at work, honored in all of the company meetings, but there were things that people did not understand about my father. He was a troubled man, I never got a grasp of what was inside of his head. He kept to himself, went to work, came home late, and would not care of my existence. My mother on the other hand, held everything together. She loved me every single second she could, would help me with everything I had problems with. She was though not a fan of my father's ego from money and fame. The incident. I was 12 years old, and in 7th grade. I have always been a very good student all my life, my mother taught me a lot of things to do well in school and I did exactly that. Studied hard, took notes, asked questions and asked for help when I needed it from my teachers. I loved my mother, she was the bane of our family, and everything depended on her. This was a Thursday night, I passed out quickly a few minutes after my mother put me to bed at 15 pass 10. A few hours into my sleep, I was woken up from banging and yelling outside. I was still dazed from my sleep but I could make out most of the conversation outside. “Linda, let me go! I can walk on my own.” My father cried. My father was a successful man, but he had many problems of his own and would drink after work from occasionally. Most of the time, he would come home tipsy and would fall asleep on the couch. But this particular night sounded and felt different to me. …the next moment changed everything
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The Tragic Fall of a Family: A 16-Year-Olds Descent into Grief and Isolation
