I was always happy. A happy little girl. My mom used to call me; Kassey the smiley. I always wanted to make my parents and their friends smile. I took hours playing with my back then 6 years old little sister.
"The more, the merrier." Said Coco. My best friend. We were 12 years old and naive.
"You take one half of each bottle. I'll take the others half. OK?" I said to her. She nods smiling with excitement. She too liked to be happy.
We were at my bathroom with my Dad "happy pills". That's how my mom called them when I was present and she needed to remind him to take his pills. His antidepressant pills. Coco was sad that day because her parents were getting divorce. And I though what better to make her happy than a few happy pills! Yeah great idea.
We divided the two different bottles in half. We weren't sure which one were the happy pills. Since my dad always took them together we though the combination made the happiness. So we took them all. About 60 pills each.
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