The 日 after I was released from the hospital, my friend, Alyssa, paid me a visit. She said, "I just heard what had happened. Are 你 okay?" I said, "I'm badly hurt, but the doctor 说 I should recover." She said, "I'm glad for that. Why didn't 你 come to me instead of running away?" I said, "I just didn't think things through, Alyssa." She said, "Ellie, promise me 你 won't run away. You'll come to me instead." I smiled and said, "It's a deal!" Sometime later, Grandpa and I found the owner of the house on the other side of the forest. That kind man saved my life. The least I could do was thank him. When he saw me, he said, "Hello, Ellie. How's your leg?" I said, "It's getting better. Thank you, um, I didn't get your name." He said, "My name's Robert." I said, "Thank you, Robert. I wouldn't be alive if not for you." He said, "You're welcome. I was happy to help." I saw Robert many times since then, and he was always friendly and nice. My father began rehab, and he gradually began getting better. He still has his ups and downs, but he stopped beating me, and he became the loving man he promised to be. He still didn't like the Beatles, but he began to respect me and my mother for listening to them.
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No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a 年 and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad 日 at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became 更多 frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only 来源 of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a 年 and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad 日 at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became 更多 frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only 来源 of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.