When I was a little girl, I thought that I was invisible. It was a strange feeling, to stand amongst a group of people and not be seen. When I grew older I realized that I wasnâ€™t invisible to everyone just to one man. This man I had done a great injustice to. An injustice that I could never take back, because I had taken away the only woman he had ever loved. This was my burden; I wear the scars of my father, and the death of my mother.
|Indésirable by Courtney Quick|