Prologue:
“You are the worst possible mistake since you got me pregnant, Daryl,” I heard my mother yell in their bedroom. They were fighting again. “I seriously can’t live with you anymore.”
“How could you possibly just give up then and there when our Jasmine needs both her parents?” my father reminded.
My mother sighed. “We’ll find out in court tomorrow for which she chooses to stay with. Bye, Daryl.” She picked up her bags and she exited the room, down the stairs and out the main door. Before she shut the door, she turned to look at me, where I was now standing affronts my father, his hands on my shoulders. Not a single teardrop shed from my blue eyes as I saw my mother standing there with her bags in her hands. A tear she had shed as she looked up at me, were just insincerity. Robert was my mother’s boss at the office where she worked as his secretary. My father knew she was having an affair with Robert, but he decided to let it go after he confronting her. However, the slut that she is, she kept going for it. Tonight she had made the decision to leave my father. The next day I was absent from school to attend court hearing. I learned that by law, it states that at the age of seven, I must stay with my mother. Nevertheless, I am 9 years old for 5 months now. so, legally, I was able to choose who I wanted to stay with. Guess who?
