e getting married to Robert, he will be your stepdad,
at me; this was the first tim
s from my perspective, and it hurt a lot to
ut, while tears
you. Why are you against me finding happiness again." Mom asked in
iness again, but why does it have to be
elieves in me, he loves and dotes on you like a father would
evelop feelings?" I asked, looking into her eyeballs. "I
rstand that you are reluctant about this because you aren't ready to share my love with anyon
? Someone, from a glance, I would know that his intentions towards
rowned the remaining
ice filled with rage, and her finger pointed at me. "Next week, he will officially become my husband
Who is my real father Maria?" with a loud voice, I asked
eyes couldn't hide the pain she f
o continue questioning her about my biological father, but
gers aren't allowed to participate," I raised my vo
f, he walked towards my mom's room, slammed
e for the past week since she an
I remember sharing some memorable times with him a few years ago, and I wasn't read
beyond mother and daughter relationship. But it all ende
ever stood face to face
ates, I hardly talk or assoc
en makes me feel nauseous. I feel like leaving th
y from my room window but I felt no joy knowing she pla
tend. I stood near the window and watched as she walked down the stairs and gave out t
hours
ouples; just when I was about to lose my pati
le to greet them; my anger was useless
es that filled her face making her one of
p to meet them, but th
at high speed made a U-turn and became a
pening I heard gunshots, followed by a
they came leaving no tr
, lying on the ground was my ne
ragging my feet to where the
eamed hysterically wh
my mother in a pool of blood. With each step t
listened to me. No help is coming my way as I lay in bet
ieve but I've no