Sometimes I just want to tell Miley let's just run away. I would rather be in a foster home than here with Alley. Even though she always pretends to be nice she really isn't.
I still can remember when she slapped me. Who sits around and beat on kids? I wish I did know who my mom, and dad were.
I always pretend my mom,and dad are here, and their just away on a trip, and they are gonna walk through the door any day now, and rescue Miley, and I from this nightmare.
I always stare out the window hoping I see a car driving up, and it's our mommy, and daddy.
Me being a kid you would think I would sit around and cry about it, but I don't.
I have to be a tough cookie. In a lot of my dreams there is this tall man, who is really nice by the way. He always smile at me, and say" come on be a tough cookie,don't give up now".
He smiles at me patting on the top of my head. Then I wake up.
I wonder If that man in my dream my daddy? Could he be my daddy?
Dreams come true I know they do.
I even pray every night,and ask God to send me my mommy,and daddy back.
I know he will, he gotta, he just gotta.
"God send your Angel's down, let them bring our mommy, and daddy back to us", I would always say quietly.
Looking out that same old window falling asleep at the table with my face in my book I wait, and I wait.
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Shattered 2
Mystery / ThrillerTwo years had gone by and Michelle still had no idea where her girls were. Her entire life was falling apart, her marriage was falling apart. Donavan had moved out of the house and they weren't even speaking. Then the day came when they both had no...
