August302011
Just Like Him.
“Faith, trust, and pixie dust,” she chuckled as she let the words escape from behind the confinements of her soft caramel colored lips. Her honey brown eyes sparkled as she looked down at the small Minnie Mouse ornament she held in her hand. She’d had it for almost ten years now.
She was nine years old the first time she stepped foot onto the magically grounds of Disney World. Her dad had taken her just because and at that point in time he was her hero. She had been dreaming of coming to that place for as long as she could remember. She considered herself to be a diehard Disney Princess fan and couldn’t wait to meet her favorite Princesses.
To this day, that day had been one of the best days in her eighteen years of life. She remembered it clearly and hoped that her mind never allowed her to forget it. Especially since that was one of the best memories she had of her father.
However that was when the good memories ceased to exist.
He began to drink. He began to be selfish and he started to care for no one but himself. It didn’t matter that she was his little girl and he was her everything, he treated her like she didn’t matter any more and she didn’t know why.
That was what hurt the most.
First the fights started and then the divorce shortly followed and before long he had disappeared. And that’s when she changed. Everything in her life changed.
At the meager age of eighteen, she blamed him for everything. For all of her heartache that she’d experienced and all of the pain she had caused. In her mind, he was undeniably the cause of her mothers’ illness. She believed he had stressed her mother out so much that he caused her to develop Cancer. She blamed him for them having to live in the heart of the ghetto. Where their life was at risk every day. But most importantly she blamed him for who she had become. She was no longer the free spirited, happy go lucky, always had a smile on her face little girl. No she was nowhere near that girl anymore. She was his seed. She’d become just like him.
