Post by MadHatter :D on Sept 12, 2009 0:59:18 GMT -5
My very first memory was of waking up to warm, chocolate brown eyes filled with concern, and being set on a hip gently. Other than that, I have absolutely no recollection of where I had come from, or who I was. This pair of eyes turned out to be a beautiful, amazing woman who I would start to call "Mom". Her name was Leah, and she was the only family I had any knowledge of. She was my entire world, and all mine.
And then she met him, and my entire world was shattered.
His name was Darren, and Mom began spending as much time with him as she possibly could. I had a cut? She would fix me up, with a dreamy expression on her face. I was lonely? Sent outside to make my own fun. I hadn't even been introduced, and right away I knew I hated him. He took my mommy away from me. Soon, I was left to tuck myself in at night, and remind myself to pray. I had to grow up, and I had to grow up fast.
But I was only like, three. How could I fend for myself? I'd been with Mom for a year and she'd always tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and sang me a lullaby after prayer. She had always prodded me with her fork to remind me elbows weren't allowed on the table. And now that was gone. Darren was taking MY place in Mom's heart, and I didn't like it. Not one bit.
When I first met Darren...oh, God, I despised him. From the minute I laid eyes on that black and blue haired dirt bag...I was a goner... I wasn't around as much, or allowed to hang out with Mom anymore. Our mother/daughter days got pushed farther and farther away until Mom forgot about them entirely.
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And then she met him, and my entire world was shattered.
His name was Darren, and Mom began spending as much time with him as she possibly could. I had a cut? She would fix me up, with a dreamy expression on her face. I was lonely? Sent outside to make my own fun. I hadn't even been introduced, and right away I knew I hated him. He took my mommy away from me. Soon, I was left to tuck myself in at night, and remind myself to pray. I had to grow up, and I had to grow up fast.
But I was only like, three. How could I fend for myself? I'd been with Mom for a year and she'd always tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and sang me a lullaby after prayer. She had always prodded me with her fork to remind me elbows weren't allowed on the table. And now that was gone. Darren was taking MY place in Mom's heart, and I didn't like it. Not one bit.
When I first met Darren...oh, God, I despised him. From the minute I laid eyes on that black and blue haired dirt bag...I was a goner... I wasn't around as much, or allowed to hang out with Mom anymore. Our mother/daughter days got pushed farther and farther away until Mom forgot about them entirely.
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