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I barely remember my dad. He commited suicide when I was 7.
All I really remember about it was one day I was in my room reading and my mom's friend opens the door and tells me my mom wants to see me in the living room and I remember being really confused and thinking to myself "when did she get here? and why doesn't my mom just come get me herself.". So, I followed her out there and was sat on the couch in front of my mom who was crying (which confused me even more). Then, in breaths between tears, my mom told me that my dad was dead. And I'm not sure if it just didn't sink in or what, but I just said ok and asked if I could go back to my room. I did, and just continued where I left off in my book, never batting an eye.
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