Sarah
Dutch Vocabulary

"My world color is not as beautiful as you might think" _Sarah

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Sarah Pov

My name is Sarah Angelina, a 12th grade Senior High School private school near where I live.

I live with Papa who works as an employee of a textile company in our area.

My parents have been divorced for a long time.

I still remember clearly even though I was 7 years old when Mama and Papa often fought every time they met.

My sister Margaret and I were always hiding in the room covering both of us with blankets while hugging.

Since I was a kid, my mom didn't like me, I don't know why.

I really want to be noticed by Mama by being a good boy to a bad boy that I have tried but Mama always does not care.

Mama always pampered Margaret until one time Margaret and I were playing in the water park during our first family vacation.

When Margaret asked me to play a chase into a deep pool of adults.

Accidentally, Margaret was chasing me when she was hit by a grown man I did not know before who seemed to be in a hurry and did not look around until Margaret fell into the pool.

There was nothing I could do at the time because I couldn't swim except cry for help so the rescue team came and rescued Margaret.

Mama and Papa who had just come to see the officer give first aid to Margaret.

Mama who saw it immediately sniffled.

"What you did to my son. You want to kill him son of a bitch." cried mama while shaking my shoulder until .

"No ma'am,."

Plakk

I'm not done talking.

One precise slap hit my cheek

To make my ears ring.

"Ariana, this calms your heart better we look there.."

"Because keep your goddamn son Thomas, I'm sick of living with you, it's always that damn kid you'd better defend we'll just split up and take care of that damn kid as much as you want." Cut the mama on the papa who is beside me.

Papa just shut up.

Shortly afterwards an ambulance came and Margaret and Mama went to the hospital.

There remained me and Papa in silence with tears that never came from my cheeks that I hated the most.

"Pa kenpa mama doesn't like Sarah, is it because Sarah's naughty? Sarah promised not to be naughty anymore when mommy don't go." I said as I sobbed to wipe away the damn tears that still flowed with the back of my hand.

"Sarah dear good boy. Mama also loves Sarah just that mama is too shackled by the past so mama's eyes are covered by wounds." said papa holding my shoulder.

"One day my mother will definitely change and love Sarah so be patient dear" continued Papa stroked my rambur.

I looked Papa in the eye looking for the truth of what he said.

But what I saw was not as beautiful as he said.

In those eyes I saw wounds.

The wounds that Papa covered with a smile to keep me strong.

Papa was actually hurt just like me.

He will lose his wife and son because of my whereabouts which I do not know what my fault is.

It's been almost 11 years, but the shadow of that event always haunts me at night.

Makes this soul daze and wonder.

Why I'm always wrong, but I don't know where the fault is.

No one explained and no one really thought about my feelings.

I was very small at the time and had to be forced to mature myself.

So who is the most

Getting hurt here.

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******This chapter is a bit short.

And in this first chapter I use POV Sarah so that you know a little how Sarah feels as a broken home child.

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