Staring back at me through the mirror was a caramel skinned 17 year old who dreaded her life. A curvy body with full lips that always found themselves in a smile that never reached her dark brown eyes.
She was always hiding behind a happy face, when in reality she was hurting on the inside. Scared to let anyone know what happened 8 years ago today. The main reason she moved from Virginia to Florida with her father.
Her mother and her father weren't together and haven't been together for over 12 years. They had separated when she was five. Her father went on to marry a women, that 'til this day, she favors over her biological mother.
Her mother on the other hand went on and got a pimp, Ricky. As a result, her mother started stripping. Leaving behind her 5 year old and 16 year old home alone with the man.
I'm the beginning I considered him to be a 2nd father figure. He would buy me toys and take me to the park and many more. I could honestly say I loved him, but my sister, Lourdine never did. When he would take me to get ice cream or the park, she would always decline to come. I never understood why until she went to a friends house one night and I finally got it.
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