I finished looking at the pictures of
me and my husband. We were only married three weeks before he had
to go fight in the war in Iraq. He left me and our two daughters
back here in Canada. I was just turned 26, and I had two
beautiful daughter waking up from their sleep; Sarah, who is
almost six and Hanna who is three. Hanna had bright blue eyes and
dark brown hair just like her father and Sarah took after me with
her big brown eyes; I didn't really like brown eyes since
everyone including my father said it didn't suit me but they
suited Sarah perfectly. Sarah was the picture of what I missed
"Get lost!" he told me that one
cold night seven years and three hundred and twenty three days
ago. I was eighteen, my birthday just passed and everything after
my birthday changed. My life wasn't prefect then and wasn't
really perfect after; it was when the true me came out.
"Why?" I cried, "It wasn't my
"So it wasn't your fault that you
stole my car," he glared at me, "So!" he shouted louder this
"I'm sorry," I cried.
"You are nothing but a
disrespectful little brat," he shouted. "Get out of my face
before I call the police to come remove you,"
I glared out the window into
the yard just as two happy girls came running into the
"Mommy!" Hanna screeched.
"Hey, what does my girl want for
breakfast?" I asked
"Ceral," she cried.
"Fruit loops sound good," I asked
pouring a small bowl for her and Sarah. Sarah was still a little
tired. I sat down on the chair in the kitchen glaring out the
"Didn't I tell you to get out," he
"There is nothing else to say
Amity; you are a disgrace to my name. You are nothing but bloody
trash, good for nothing waste of space and I'm embarrassed to say
that I'm your father. Why can't you be more like
I smiled, Elizabeth. I had always
walked in her shadow ever since the day she was born. She was
perfect and I was just the evil sister. I had envied her, she was
the plantium blonde, blue eyed princess and I was just plain oh
me the less pretty of the two. But in this life time I learned
you can only count on your good old self.
"Mommy!" my daughter yelled.
"What?" I said coming out of my
"Hanna dropped her ceral on the
"I'll clean it up," I said not caring
at this moment.
"You got five minutes to get
I didn't say anything else, I
grabbed my purse and the little money I had and left and I never
been back. I haven't seen him or my family in almost eight
I saw my hand reach for the