Based On A True Story
10/11/2007 03:29 p.m.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful blonde baby girl, born into a world of addiction, abuse, and deception. As she grew older, she thrived, taking in the world, and all it had to offer, which at the time, wasn't much. She was daddy's little girl when he was around, and when he was gone, she would cry out in sadness.

As the years went by, the girl saw things no child should ever see. Abuse, addiction, alcoholism...secondhand smoke filled her world, and her lungs. The scent of cigarettes burned her nostrils, and made her eyes water. Screaming, fighting, the tears her mother shed, all of it was too much to bear. The girl began packing her things: a nightgown, a toothbrush, a dollie, and her blankie too...She waited until the coast was clear, and on her bicycle she began riding into the sunset hoping for better days. Suddenly, a voice in the wind caused her to turn her head and look back. There her mother stood in the doorway of their countryside home, towel still over her damp hair, with the look of love, and a stern tone in her voice that other mothers can get away with. The girls mother demanded she come home, and at that moment she knew, her mother would never let her go.

Not so many years down the line a man entered the girls life. He was fun, and carefree. The girl had been praying for a new father since her own had left her family, quite some time ago. Now, there he was, crazy red hair and a carefree spirit, life it seemed, was looking up for the girl.

Many family dinners, and worm hunts later, the impossible occurred. The girls new father, whom she loved, and trusted took her hostage on night within her own home. The girl cried out to her mother, but quickly realized her mother was not inside the house. The girl was left alone to deal with this monster. Police were called, tears were shed, and the lead bat was finally lowered from her face where it had been positioned all this time. No look of terror in any horror movie could match the look on that little girls face as she ran out the door, past the police cruisers, and right into her mothers arms. It was the only place she ever felt safe. Guilt soon overcame the girl. At nine years old, the girl thought she'd done something terrible to turn this man into the monster he became. Now, her mother once again was alone, and her younger brother was once again left to be the man of the house.

Through the years the young girl grew and came into her own. She blossomed into a young woman, and her weekend visits with her father dwindled away. Time at home no longer seemed to be her priority, she was lost in the cruel world of Junior High. The girl had been through many houses, and finally, as her family of 3 found yet another new home, she finally felt safe...This was the first time in a long time the girl felt she even had a home. The girls mother told her never again would she let any man break apart their family, the way the last three had. She knew they could survive, life seemed to be on track, until one day the girls mother broke her promise, and allowed yet another man into their lives. She took him in, and soon he moved the girl out of her home into a new house, where he said they could be a family. There would soon be a new addition to the family, the girls mother announced. Feelings were mixed, no one ever imagined that the little family of 3, would suddenly grow to a family of 5 in just a few short months time. The girl was skeptical, she loathed the new man her mother had brought into their lives that night, simply because the promise her mother had made to her, seemed void of meaning now.

The baby soon was born, the girl welcomed a new brother into her world. She never knew that a child so small was capable of holding her entire heart in his tiny hands, but that's exactly what this boy did. As the baby grew, so too did the girl. She began pushing envelopes, breaking boundaries, crossing lines, for she knew from her childhood that no matter how many mistakes she made, her mother would never let her go....and then once again, her life was shattered with the truth.

Seventeen years had passed since the girl was born into the world of addiction, arguments, and alcoholism, and here she stood bags in hand...After all the girl had been through in her life, her family kicked her to the curb. For a time she lived in her car, on the streets, in a trailor filled with drug users and abusers. She wasn't yet old enough for a place of her own, so she compromised and did whatever she could to get by. Her mother helped her when she could, but the girl just pushed her away. The helping hand her mother offered meant nothing, because with that same hand she'd pushed her away. It seemed clear now, that the girls new family was her mothers new priority. Sorrow gripped the girls heart, she felt so alone, she had no one, so she picked up where she'd left off so many years ago, and she drug that blade across her left wrist, burning tears rolling down her face as the blood started to pour. Days went by, then months, and the girl was still living day to day, in a world filled with alcohol, numbness, pain, and broken veins. She never knew what might happen next.

Unfortunately, that's not where the story ends. The girl began to act out, doing all she could to become noticed. She wanted love, she needed it, she was desperatly urning for acception. She put herself in dangerous situations, crashed her car, made bad decisions, held drugs for friends, drank until she couldn't see straight, and learned the hard way that no ones above the law the night she was arrested.

The girl knows now, of her mothers unconditional love, and she understands now, that everything happens for a reason. All the bad in the girls life, has built her into nothing but the strong young woman she is today. Now she knows that history doesn't need to repeat itself, and she'll never make the same mistakes twice.

One day, that girl knows that she's going to have a daughter of her own, and she will know, and share the undying love of her own mother. Sure, we all make mistakes, and words will cut through flesh like a knife, tears will burn the cheeks, and doors will be slammed, and yet at the end of the day a love like no others will be shared. A mothers love. And, the truth, will always prevail.
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to My brother snoring