It was a cold night in 22nd february , 1990 when beautiful mommy died. When i take a look at her photos i see a copy of myself .. But i'm a desprate copy.
I was 7 years old. Dad would always come home after midnight for unknown reasons to me or as beautiful mommy told me "he's busy , honey." , but when i grew up i knew how "busy" he was. On that night , Dad came home pretty late as usual , but beautiful mommy had reached her boiling point and unfortunately she started a fight. The scars on mom's body would be a strong proof even to a blind person to be able to tell how hurt she was and you can now tell how she died too.
Mom was one from dad's billion one night stands but she loved him more than anything in life , and i was the unexpected sad result.
Charles , mom's servant . I mean daddy. Was proof to me that men are not all the same. He actually loved my mom and on that night when he came home running when mommy called him for rescue. He was deeply crying and it was my first and last time to see such a strong love in someone's eyes.
I love charles , i mean daddy.
