Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.I'm sick of hearing the word.and I also hate dad.He always promises to do something for me tomorrow.but yet,tomorrow never happens.honestly,it never did.there was this one day,when i was in grade three,my classmates were talking about the brand new carnival which opened.when I got home,I asked dad and he said he'll bring me there tomorrow .and I believed him.
After school the other day,I waited for dad.I was so exited that finally dad would actually grant his promise.I waited for 6 hours 13 minutes 34 seconds there.I was all alone,by myself.I still waited there for dad because I know he will come.I lied down hugging my knees.it was getting cold.I shivered.until I fell asleep.suddenly,there was a light.it was dad's headlight.he came out and shouted at me.I was too tired to argue and fell asleep.I didn't meant to make dad angry.it's just I had too much faith in him.since that day on,I never believe dad.he keeps saying he'll let me meet mum tomorrow.he never did.I hated him.and mum?she and dad divorced since I was two.dad said mum dosent want me.so dad took me.I still don't believe him.
It wasn't mum's fault.it was dad's.dad is trying to get me apart from mum.why?!