DaughterA Story by Mike Davis Jr.It’s sad when you come to realize how little your parents can know about you and how possibly someday, how little you’ll know about your children and who they really are.Preface: Staring into the eyes of a girl I hardly
recognize as she stares back at me, a once delicate beautiful face, now as cold
and dark as the winter twilight. Looking past the reflection I saw my parents,
standing on the curb waiting for the car to pull away from our apartment. It’s
sad when you come to realize how little your parents can know about you and how
possibly someday, how little you’ll know about your children and who they
really are. My parents knew me to be a star student; a respectable young woman
and soon everyone will know me to be the s**t, the crazy one- the murderer. The lights of the police car turn on and the
flashing red and blue lights reflect off of my parents as they watch the
stranger they once knew as their daughter get taken away from them. As the car
pulled away my focus shifted onto the reflection once more, a tear trickles
across the girl’s no longer delicate face, all I could think, “What will my
parents think of me?” © 2014 Mike Davis Jr.Author's Note
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