Riding The Waves

Year 1

September 20th, 2001, the date Kate was born. She was abruptly entered into the unknown, not knowing what life has in store for her. She cried as she felt things she's never felt before, only to find herself in the arms of a gentle women, Christy. All she could see was darkness, scarier darkness then what she had experienced in her mother womb. As soon as she knew it she began seeing things like colors, shapes, even her parents faces.
It was a few days later and suddenly she was moving somewhere new, a place called Home. She met new faces, faces that she'd never forget. All Kate wanted to do was sleep, but she couldn't stop crying and she didn't comprehend why.
It's had been a few weeks and she started to settle in and get use to being 'home'. All she needed was to be in her parents arms, when her sister wasn't. Her sister Kenzy was a year and a half older, being born on May 25th, 2000.
At night Kate wouldn't sleep instead she'd cry and scream for hours on end. Having her father stay up with her, cradling her til she slept again; While at the same time her mother tried settling Kenzy down.
Kate trusted her parents, knowing that they always be there for her. She'd play with toys that they'd gather for her, she'd also play with her sister kenzy until it became too much and had a tamper tantrums. By the time the tantrums came so did the unscheduled nap times and being cradled more. Every time she'd cry or scream it was earth shattering for her parents to hear. They tried comforting her to the best of their abilities.
When her first birthday came around, she became confused not knowing what was going on. Her mother stayed with her and laughed with her, while her father was working. They were supposed to celebrate that night when her father got off work.
When it came time he got off he didn't show, so they waited awhile thinking he might just be late. Until Christy called him, only to find out he was at a bar getting hammered. It wasn't the first time he had done that, but it was the last time he'd do it to them.
They were poor living only on one salary; so Christy packed up Kate and Kenzy and drove to family who loved them. The responsibility was too much for him, he didn't care anymore.
Right then and there in a park they celebrated the life of 1 year old Kate. Christy never when back, but only to gather their belongings, which wasn't much. She sold the flat screen and made their way to John's Island, South Carolina, where her cousin Holly lived.