My works #12 //.
Part One : All I've ever wanted was to be Accepted, rather by others close to me or even just my mom.
Part Two : It's just some things in life that you have to learn to accept, whether it's disapproval from ones close to you, a per...
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The dim lights beamed over the murky bath water I was indulged in for over two hours now. This place here was where my peace, security, and privacy lied. At least where my mother approved. The hairs on my cocoa-colored complexed skin stood straight as soldiers at attention as the ear piercing yells echoed from the foyer of the bricked house.
"I want a divorce!" Those very words caused my already fractured heart to crush more.
Staring forward to the knob of my bathtub, the tears trickled down my nine year of age face.
Separated, broken, apart was the things not only my life was becoming but my family. Drifting was my parents love for each other and understanding. Now soon my father would drift off to another state, miles away.
"It's what she loves! What she's compassionate about! You can't live through her."
Forcing my eyelids together, I slowly moved along the smooth surface of the floor of my tub. The waters passed my shoulders, touching just the edge of my face and nape of my head.
I was torn in a position between pleasing others or myself. It was always others, when would it be me? Everything i did was what my mom wants wasn't me, but her. She never could accept what I wanted but my dad did. He understood and assisted me with furthering the skill ... until mom became fed up and put an end to it.
I breathed in a lung full of air as my mother said, "she is a girl! Not some nappy head boy. She'll appreciate it one day!"
The transparent liquid surfaced over my face and entered my ears with an uncanny feeling. I felt my wet curls fall over into my forehead.
