I met a girl, she had beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean. She had short hair, and was beautifully voluptuous. Her beauty out shined her personality. But then again, her personality is what made her beautiful in the first place.I met her in Timmins, she was inspirational. At the time, I had no friends. Suddenly, there she was! Christal, the day to my night. Though this is a story of friendship, I will discuss the transformation she brought to my life.She was awesome! She brought light into my life and proved to me that she was a good mother. And at that moment I knew, she was loyal, strong and brave, but sad. I wish I could bring her happiness, but alas, I could not. I hope she remembers our time together. She proved to me that I can be a good mother too. When I had my son, his resemblance to his father was uncanny, a reminder of the former warped domestic abusive love we had for each other. Alas, it wasn't meant to be, but my son is the only reason I live today. And so, here we are, two mother's struggling to fight for ourselves and for our children
Emilie-Anne Larouche
