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Road to Memory Lane!

Novel By: Lannie
Young adult

With her husband in Iraq fighting the war, her mother in law trying to fight for custody of her children, and Amity fighting to put her old memories of her childhood and the strained relationship bewteen her and her father affected her everyday life Amity is trying to move foward but at what cost. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 8, 2009    Reads: 89    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

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 out on.
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"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 fault,"
"So it wasn't your fault that you stole my car," he glared at me, "So!" he shouted louder this time.
"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 room.
"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 window.
"Didn't I tell you to get out," he said.
"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 Elizabeth?"
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 daze.
"Hanna dropped her ceral on the floor,"
"I'll clean it up," I said not caring at this moment.
"You got five minutes to get out,"
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 years.
I saw my hand reach for the phone.


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