Several years ago...
I thought that everything would be just fine as long as I had my mother. But it was all for naught as I realized that my father tossed her away like a plaything.
I yearned for the admiration and love of my parents. I was such a small child, small enough for anyone to hold me in their arms and carry me.
I yearned for their attention, their love, their time and whatever it may be that would keep their eyes locked in place with me.
That smile that my mother does whenever I saw her, it was something that I dearly wanted to see again and again.
And as much as I tried to do whatever I can to please father. I tried to be the best at everything I could. But all I've got where those eyes.
Those eyes that I haven't forgotten.
His eyes were locked in mine, but I knew he couldn't see me. I wasn't his child. I was never, his daughter.