Prologue
"Mommy, it's raining."
"Mommy."
Paige remained silenced in her frilly, laced dress. She had an innocent, angelic look. But the tattered hemming that was lined at the bottom was just, disturbing. Even her hair, glossy and gold. But now it's sordid, strands sticking out from her undone braids. Only if mommy cared.
"Mommy, I love you."
But mommy only loves herself, and only herself. Paige is only seven, and she understands. She understands the ways of life. The profits, which include everything that is good. And the ugly side of life, which includes dark and heavy situations. But mommy cannot consume that thought into her, all her focuses are on drugs, money and other very human things. Useless human things.
Paige takes the cigarette pack out of mommy's ripped pocket, the smell of burnt ashes makes her flinch and so she drops the pack, several cigarettes are scattered on the tiled floor.
"That's mine!" Mommy shouts. "Do not touch this, Paige!"
Mommy is kind.
Mommy is nice.
Mommy is good.
The thoughts ring through Paige's ears as she repeats the sayings. She tries to believe them.
Made by @RebelliousBallerina
