Sitting at the all too familiar table, at the place that started all of her life's troubles. The place that she called her home between homes.

Trying to be an 8 year old girl, who is trying not to grow up. But, it's hard when she's trying to protect her little sister from the ugliness of their parents' separation. Just trying to sort through it all, and live life in her shattered world.

Certain days meant a certain home, with a certain parent. Which meant different people, and more time with a mask of happiness on. It meant hiding the turmoil inside, burying it deep within.

She lived, she carried on because it was the only thing she could do. She survived.