Caged Bird
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"My mother was bipolar, she would lay in bed for weeks to months then throw one of us a birthday party only to leave us on a street corner to buy drugs. Shall I need to go on?" My voice cracked as Reed stopped jotting down my sad life. "Delilah, what about your father?" If I'm going to try when I get home, I have to be open to her. I can't keep drawing mountain birds and avoid any personal information worthy of her therapist certifications to diagnose me properly. "My absentee father was said to be an alcoholic. I guess that excused him from being a proper father." "There's that was again. He didn't die as your mother did." "He took what he pleased and offered no support. He went on a bender for months before last Christmas then came stumbling into the living room; the first thing he asked me was how much money I had on me. He is dead to me. If you say so otherwise, then you're wrong. He died a long time ago."
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"Mommy?" I looked up from her arms and into her smile. "Yes, my little light?" She replied back, with a curious grin. Nothing but love, gentleness, and kind warmth on her sweet face. Six year old me stared into her glistening eyes. Eyes that could melt glaciers. Those eyes. "What is it my love?" She questioned again with an angelic smile. That damn smile. The sudden breeze pushed the windows to slam open against the walls, as the curtains flew up and the rose candle was blown out. The night crept in, invading my bedroom. My mother gasped with a frightened jump and called out my name. Frantically, she flipped the bedside lamp on when she heard no reply. Panic washed over her face as she kneeled beside her sweet little girl, now covered in a blood stained night gown, black eye and bloody lip. "Why did you let him hurt me, mommy?" My mother gasped and fell back onto her hands. Terrified, she stood and with no hesitation, made a dash for the door, leaving her baby girl in the dark corner. Her panicked attempt to leave the room came to a complete stop as she came to face the full length mirror. She stared back in horror, only it wasn't her looking back at her reflection. It was me -Kali emerges from her past that has left every piece of her in ruins. Her life was left shattered into a million pieces. With intentions of starting a new life, she feels like her past will never let her go. When starting over doesn't promise a new start, Kali's life is thrusted in and out of place.

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