Childhood Memories

the beginning

"No Linda no!!!!!!"

Those were the last words I heard from dad .
My mother had died in a car accident when I was three and now at eleven I had had lost both my parents. All that I had left were faint memories of the perfect life with my parents .
I only had one torn photo album  that was half burnt because Linda was trying to burn it but I saved it just in time. In one of  pictures I'm smiling , my mother is wearing a beautiful silhouette white dress that hugs her skinny hour glass figure , her hair in a perfect black afro  and her scarlet red lips complimenting her caramel black skin tone . Her hazel brown eyes .

One thing I liked about my parents they never tried to be like the rest of the black Americans they were all African and proud so. Unlike Linda my mom never changed her skin tone to be slightly lighter ,maybe because they didn't have that advanced plastic surgery but I'm sure they had face power.
As dad used to tell me my mom never used any of those women products she only had a limited collection of lipstick nothing like blush , concealers , and those fake eyelashes. She had flawless skin something that I lack but I have her eyes , and her caramel black skin tone and I'm quite skinny too .
In the other picture it's me with my sister Nora . Nora died a year after Linda moved in. She would have been sixteen know . Sometimes I imagine that she's here with me and we are planning to go out to a movie like I read and watch on television.
Truth be told my life is not interesting at all, I live in a filthy cottage in an unknown location all by myself . Except when I have to clean the lodge when Linda unlocks the door.
 

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