Happening
* was unsure about posting this as this is a very personal experience I wrote it to convey my feeling in a blog *
These are the words I could not speak, with no guidance in my teens I took to drink until I found a lass who dragged me back we had a few good years, we had a lad and a lass the lad is fine grew tall and strong.
But look at me I've skipped ahead, a few good years like I said, then we split coz things were dead in the end, she left the kids and a load of debt.
I loved my kids and still do my daughter was a problem child something happened at her birth a lack of air that made her sick a mental illness was the result with bad moods and angry display's, no school or place could hold her so always back home she came.
She turned eighteen a calmer time I thought, but soon the darkest of days arrived just a normal day, in a normal week, in a normal life.
To the kitchen I went, a cup of coffee would hit the spot I heard my daughter behind me from the rattle in the sink,
it's a cup she will be looking for so I turned to ask what she wanted to drink.
I got it wrong it was a knife that had been lifted from the sink, as I turned the downward stroke was almost complete, the knife caught me in the chest her aim was off just a bit, a tangle of arms a fight for my life resulted in that damn knife hitting the deck if I not turned chances are it would have been a fatal blow to the neck.
She went away handcuffed up, not a word or glance between us passed never to see my darling daughter again how can a bloke live with that.
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