Her

May 25, 2008
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I was looking through a forgotten scrapbook.
I flicked through the pages.
Striking memories good and bad.
I turn the pages quickly.
Wait. Stop.
I slowly return to the last page.
Is that what I thought it was?
Yes.
A long forgotten Christmas celebration.
Back when times were happy.
I glance next to my then blissful parents.
It is her.
Her.
The woman who ruined my and my family's lives forever.
Her.
Her seductive ways captured my father.
By the time we saw it,
he was sucked in and had no way out.
Her.
All happy times are gone.
No longer Daddy's Little Girl.
But a lonely child confused by the world.
Her.
Now he's gone.
They have their own family.
Their own kids.
Their own lives.
They are happy.
Never thinking about the lives they shattered in their flight.
Her.
She's taken over him.
He's never coming back.
At first, we were shocked, dazed.
Anger, then, took control.
Blame is hurled at
Her.
We had a good life.
A normal life.
Why did she choose ours to kill?
Were our emotions that fun to play with?
Or do we not matter?
We are scarred forever with the lost memories of family.
All togetherness is gone.
Betrayed.
Hurt.
Forgotten.
Her.





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