There was never a time I could be happy anymore. My fifteenth birthday took so much from me. That day my mother told me
'today is the day you become an actual woman. I want you to try your best to be strong for me... because this could be it for me.'
I really didn't know what she meant by calling me a woman, but these words had stuck with me. 'This could be it for me'.
I knew what she meant my father had hurt her so bad this would be the last time I'll ever see her or talk to her again.
She always had bruises on her she always looked so sick, like she was ready to be taken any minute.
But the next morning my mother laid in her bed cold as can be. Her skin felt like ice on my fingers. Her face so colorless.... So ... lifeless.
I planted a kiss on her foreheads cold skin, before running to my Dad.
I've always heard my dad angry and yelling at my mother. That day was the day I saw his true emotions on the side of the bed kneeling down next to the bed he cried so much.
I went to hug him and he hugged me back crying and holding my mother's hand.
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We had my mothers funeral a week later. No words from my dad after that.
Exactly what are you supposed to say to the person who kills their own wife. Who killed their daughter's own mother.
I didn't know how to comfort my father well, so I made him food one day we had a lovely conversation. He was gonna clean up. Me actually believing that. I should've known better. He murdered my mother.
I really should have seen through all of that when he said he was gonna clean up.
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RomanceI'm sorry but this might be a little harsh to people. Being a girl at 14. Her mother was raped by her husband. Her mother died when she turned 15. And along the way she's helped by someone she could actually call a friend. Read more about Mirana...
