I was a 5 years old girl when I remember happiness, not having a care in the world. Up until that afternoon, parents were rowing, dad storming out, and mum crying for 5 days. That’s the last time I saw my father. Mum didn’t smile again after that day.
Strange men started coming round. They'd be there in the morning but then disappear again. Some were nice, some not so nice. One guy came round several times. Mum seemed to like him but then I saw her crying yet again. She told me he had given her bad blood and I didn’t really know what that meant until now.
So here I am a 15 year girl, all alone, sitting next the bed of my lifeless mother. It looks like her, but it’s not her. All I keep thinking is, would I be here now if my dad hadn’t left.