14 year old, innocent and young.Where did my mommy go? Why was daddy always drunk?
I searched for hope in granny’s eyes but she was so tired and upset, “sorry” I said and to my room I left.
I sat on that bed and for God I prayed, to make her come back so I can stay , but time had passed by and mommy was still away.
I asked myself why God didn’t listen, maybe I’m hated by everyone including him, but I was wrong and I’m sorry.
God loves me that’s why he kept her far, she was ugly and she had no heart, she ignored her full of life daughter until yesterday but now it’s too late.
That day…My dad came home but he wasn’t drunk, and for the first time hope found its way to my heart .”Daddy is back” that’s what I thought, but I was wrong and I’m sorry.
He was screaming at the bitch who left him, I ran to my granny so she would hide me in her lap. “Daddy isn’t back” I whispered in her ears.”He never will” her tears whispered back.
A broken frame, shattered glass, a torn picture of him and I….the last peaceful memory said goodbye, the only thing was left..now it’s gone.I wonder if dad’s sorry now that he’s fully alone..
How did I get to the place that had got me here? I remember being pushed down by a cold breeze. I remember a falling of a tear, a tired scream, no help I got, but I was seeing granny’s face…..I’ve never seen her so beautiful and young, and I was hearing God saying he loves me and I knew I was getting far from dad…and further from mom..
There they were…memories..wet with pure tears…scattered along the ground…no blood I saw, no pain I felt, no help I got.
Now, I silently lull myself to sleep, a lullaby that they’ll never hear..but me and those angels.
A cold breeze, a falling of a tear, a tired scream, no help I got, but I saw granny’s beautiful face, and I heard god saying he loves me…..