Broken heart

He was tall and handsome. Always had a cowboy hat and boots on. He was always a southern gentleman, he could charm the skin off a snake, yes he was a charmer. I guess that’s why my mama fell in love with him, and as everyone knows all daughters at the age of five want to marry their daddy’s if he is a good one.

My daddy was always sweet to my mama, and called me his “Little Darlin”. I adored that man. He was always loving and kind.

Then one day he didn’t come home.

A few days later, the lights didn’t work in our house.

The next thing I know my Papa and Granny have come to fetch us from the flat we lived in and my mama cried a lot.

I was only five years old and the first and only love of my life taught me that I and my family weren’t good enough to keep. That we were throw aways just like these people who get a puppy and six months later decide they can’t deal with it so they dump it.

My daddy dumped us.

It broke my heart so bad that nothing or no one can fix it ever……