Mark asked if he could come over to my house with both Delilah and Sable.
I was hesitant about it at first, but then I remembered that my dad was no longer in the picture.
He was secretly an alcoholic during my fifth and sixth grade year of elementary school.
He filed the divorce because he knew that he was a burden to my mom and I.
My dad didn't want the beating or the abuse to start, because he knew that was how majority of alcoholic fathers would resort to; he didn't want to give her and I that kind of pain.
Mom and I had a hard time accepting it at first, but we eventually built a wall around our hearts and got over the loss.
She made it clear that I was welcome to bring home friends at any time, because with dad out of the picture, there was no one else I could really talk to and look up to.
We both used to have such a close connection to him, but he was just a memory to us now.
I told Mark that he would be able to come over the next day, and it brought a big bright smile to his face.
Making people happy made me feel good, and it made me feel like I was actually worth something more than what the majority of the people at school were saying about me.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
