It was my birthday. It fell apart quicker then a sand castle at high tide. As much as I wanted it to be perfect, something was stopping it.
I share a birthday with my dad. He's always been my best friend. We laugh together. Basically share almost everything. Except clothes of course. Every birthday was a one spent with my dad. However of course this one birthday had to ruin it all.
My dad. Biggest heart of all. It was smashed with a few words. A knock on the door. A woman at the door. His heart shattered. Smallest of pieces are still finding their way back home.
It was a social worker. She'd come to tell us it was an unsafe home. That my parents were abusing us. Not feeding us right. As always the social worker was wrong.
I felt like the world was caving in on me. Something hated me. I began to wake up for the next few days crying. Falling asleep with tear stained pillows. Everyday was a fight.
I guess I never wanted to wake up. My dreams were always a better place for me. Tamara was often in them. She was my sister. She doesn't want to be anymore. She gave up on me, on my family a long time ago. No matter how much she tried, she was always in my heart. Travelled with me everywhere I went. Tamara was a piece of me. A piece never forgotten.
That weekend Leah was stopping at my house for the Saturday night. She would leave on the Sunday. The worst day of her life.
Once she'd left I never heard a word from her. It was like throwing a key away but forgetting to lock the door.
