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Up until i was 5 i was a single child who was TOTAL daddies girl. My father and i were absolutely inseparable. However, when i was about 5 my brother was adopted and he became the light of my fathers life. He could never get enough of him, he started taking him to all of our hangouts and doing everything i used to do with him, with my little brother. Now i understand that that’s normal, but the abnormal part is that he ignored me. Well then when i was about 8 my dads health completely fell apart. He was taking non stop narcotics, always loopy, could’nt keep a job, etc. When i was about 10, my dad passed out on the stairs and fell down them and we had to call an ambulance. He was unconscious for 24 hours and the doctors were’nt sure if he would make it, but by some mirical of god, he did. Then when i was about 12 we had another scare. It was labor day weekend and my brother, best friend, father and I were on a camping trip. He said he was going to get firewood at the front desk of the camping site and did’nt come back for half and hour and so i called them. They told me my dad had passed out in his car and they called the hospital. We thought he was dead for 48 hours. Despite the fact that my father and i were’nt close, this scared me that i might not have a father. However, he showed up on my front step a few days later and i saw him and literally started bawling. Of course there were a few other scares but those are the big ones.