What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?
I can still remember a time before this; when my parents would scoop me up to bear hug me; when I would color my mother little pictures and she would hang them on the fridge and thank me dearly; when my father would sit me on his lap so I could take a nap with him; before now.
When I was four my dad got layed off, nearly 3 months later the same thing happened to my mom. We couldn't afford the house and had to move to a tiny cottage-like house in the middle of nowhere. That's when my life started to get like this. My mom and dad were so upset they turned to drugs. Shortly after that was when the abuse began. When I was 8, my mom had a baby, my sister: Lanie.
When I turned 9, something happened that made everything change. That's when the secrets started. No one knows what they are besides me, Lanie, and my parents. My parents will never tell anyone, it's their fault. They don't even notice me anymore. No one does, except for Lanie. Lanie's the only one who can talk.