3 years later....
Her mother had gotten to the point where there were tally marks up and down her arms legs and torso.there were marks over marks and she just felt worthless.Alaska was in 1st grade and she was starting to understand the fundamentals of her moms thinking.
Alaska now knew when her mother would get heated and she knew when her mother was going to drink which meant she had to hide. She was being forced to grow up fast and couldn't do anything about it.The little baby girl was turning into a not so familiar version of peter pan.
Soon Alaska would be the one being told stay strong instead of her telling it to her own mother. They had ran out of everything except bread and butter today. Her mother was clean out of money so she decided to donate blood which got her 15 dollars.
Alaska tried real hard to believe that her mother did love her but at some point she had to realize the woman she called mommy wasn't a type of mom at all.
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My Daughter Named Alaska.
Short StoryOne night made her mothers life turned upside down. Now how will she raise her own child in the depths of her own problems. All she knows is that one day her little baby is going to grow up, and with the problems her mother has, its not going to be...
