Write a story which begins with the words "It was only when I arrived at the house I realized I had forgotten" (narrative, 500 words)

It was only when I arrived at the house I realized I had forgotten her wish "Do not go, it will just disappoint you again. Maria please." I stared at my hand on the doorknob as i replied the look of fear on my mother's face. My father was never around. The first time he left he told me he was going to get me candy, the second it was books, on and on he lied to me. I haven't seen my father since that day. That day when he kissed me on the head. locked my door, and took the dog. My mind raced and my hands shook, sweaty I wiped them on my legs. "Papa will remember you, he will know you." I whispered under my breath. The door handle turned before i could touch it, "I told you not to come." The soft familiar voice rung in my ears as i turned up to her. She stared down at me with those eyes that hold you at gunpoint. "I told you he never existed Maria," I shook my head as tears formed making my vision blurry, I knew he never existed. I knew I made it all up, but why was it so real? "Mom, why was he real?" I stared at her as the tear lining of my eyes broke, sending salt down my cheeks. "Maria, you need to wake up. we did not exist."  I feel as if i'm falling and jolt up. My father stares down at me from the door frame into my bedroom, "Mar, you've been speaking in your sleep again." I dart my eyes around as i start to collect myself and understand my surroundings, a dream. A dream again. "I really need to lay off chamomile before bed." I whisper, my dad chuckles and closes the door. I stretch out my hands to see them shaking. i pull back the covers and stand up as i get a glance of my mothers photo, her eyes stare straight into mine. I will never forget those eyes. Just as my mind starts to wonder I hear my brother yell down the hall I snap my eyes up from the frame and hear Josh's voice boom down the hallway and into my room, "Bacon's ready!" I grin as the scent lingers into my room. I smile but feel drawn to the photo of my mother again, my mom died years ago, I can't stand the sight of her anymore. Shivers run down my spine as i still recall the seriousness of her gaze. The fear of that dream still fights its way into my head, why do i keep seeing her every night. Why is she is always angry in these dreams, i have so many questions that i know can never be solved. My memories of her were mostly happy, "I don't understand anything anymore." I say dropping my head in my hands. "Well i understand you," Josh's voice interrupts "and I understand we have thin walls, so I know your hungry. C'mon Mar!"

Explanation:

I hope this works! i'm so sorry if this is too intense or if the grammars bad :) 512 words!

the answer is:

in the fourth paragraph. ( the paragraph that begins with “on friday of my third ”).

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