I want that one right there on top self that's the one I want . It looks like my mother blond hair , blue eyes and red fiery lips right before she died. Mother was a amazing women she was a kind gental women with no enemies . She owned her own backery near westworth about 23.7 miles away from are house . A mid size house kind of like a cottage in some way.
Mother kept are house a god loving sanitury palace. She thought beating children for punishment was a sin but father on the other hand was a beating machine . He worked a locally owned business wood shop .
The day the police men Came to our door is when it all began. That night dad was so mad and crying at once he started beating us to a pulp . My little sister lily and I became frightened of our father but we never knew why. One time I asked daddy when mommy was coming home he yelled at me and stated " you stupid child she's gone dead forgotten and its all your fault ." Thinking to myself how ? In a whiny voice I said " but dad she's in a better place ". In a soothing voice dad said" there is no heaven do you really think that god would take your mom away two days from your 10 th birthday she went out to get you a doll from the asylum of dolls palace. So tomorrow have your sister ready to go with us to get your precious doll things are going to be different now sweet pea ."
