you know that feeling you get before a huge test you know you'll fail or when you walk into the school and just know something bad's gonna happen? like you have to walk on eggshells because the slightest wrong move could set off a catastrophic set of events. well, that's my life. at least it is ever since they came back. I was born on a dark stormy night on Friday, November 13, I guess you could say the weather that night I was born was a metaphor for my life. once a beautiful girl with bright blue eyes so naïve to the innocents of this world forced to grow up too fast by a drunk of a father and a mother an angle 6 feet under. don't get me wrong I use to be happy I use to smile, now I just wish he never came back. its weird how someone can bring you so much love then disappear in the blink of an eye, I'll never forget the day she took everything away from me she's the reason my momma died and my daddy came back. she's the reason for the scars on my heart and the cuts on my wrist. if she had never found me my life would be so much better, granted we had little money but I always had what I needed. who is she you ask? she's my birth, mom.
A/N ik it's short but I promise it'll get longer comments are welcome to remember "your beautiful and wonderfully made-demi Lovato"
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