Mama always said we were drowning in debt from daddy's endless amount of spending. Every time I wanted something it was always the same reply "Daddy has business to take care of. " she'd see a frown come upon my face and finish with "maybe for your birthday okay sunshine. " she said it like a question but it was a quick and guilty response for her only child. My birthdays came and went without the things I had asked for. Mama always said maybe. I've come to hate the word maybe. By the time I was ten I knew what the answer for everything was "maybe another time sunshine" "maybe when your father gets his paycheck sunshine". Always ending her constant Maybe's with sunshine. A term of endearment. Or in my case a term used to make your child think you actually care. You actually want her. That maybe for her next birthday or holiday or any freaking day you'll get her what she asked for. But not my mother. No she wasn't the mother who used it as a term of endearment. She was the mother who, oh let me change that the useless, discouraging, untrustable, unreliable, uncaring mother who used it a term for her only child to hold onto for the rest of her life.
"Mama, when can I have a puppy?"
"Maybe when daddy gets paid sunshine."
Sunshine.
Sunshine.
Sunshine.
Sunshine.
I've come to hate you sunshine.
I
Hate
You!
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Sunshine, don't cry (Book 1)
Teen FictionMama gave me up after daddy left. I lived in a foster home for a while till Daddy came back for me. I got a new life, a new mama, a new everything. Until daddy's bad habits started again. I don't remeber what happened after that night. But I do know...
