Ani was a funny little girl. She loved Friday's because Friday was pizza day at pre school. She loved drawing very strange, unknown exotic animals.
She loved getting up early on the weekends to watch cartoons. Ani was a very happy child to be around. I remember this one time when we couldn't afford to get her anything for Christmas.
She didn't care that we couldn't get her any gifts and she just went about her day like any other day.
Ani maintained that joyous personality throughout elementary school. She was so pretty too. All the kids wanted to be her friend and she never got into any kinds of trouble.
They would sleep over and watch movies with popcorn. I always thought it was cute how they would paint each other's nails too.
Ani was still a happy beautiful girl throughout most of middle school. Eighth grade is when she began to develop depression.
Her friends stopped talking to her because of this and she only got worse. Can I take a break to go to the bathroom?
*Father of Ani returns*
Where was I? Eighth grade right? Yeah, she was very sad. The summer before her freshman year was the first time she attempted suicide.
Ani cut her wrists and almost bled out but my wife got home earlier that day and luckily found her before it was too late. This is when I started to feel regret.
Even so, I continued. It was hard not to give in. I knew then and I know now that it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself.
Ani finished high school but by the time she has graduated she was already addicted to cigarettes. She had also been having sex with other boys.
They would do things even in the school and it would get them in trouble. Her mother didn't know what to do. They started to hate each other.
Her mother couldn't understand what happened to our little Ani.
I had stopped by the time she was 17 but the damage was done. When I think back, I wish she had said something earlier.
I wish it wasn't left on a piece of paper for my wife to read after finding her the way she was. Both of her hands and both of her feet were completely cut off.
I don't know how she could've done that to herself. It must have been painful. I just wish she told someone sooner.