Remembered by By: Map702 (read full novel .TXT) 📖

James closed the curtin as his wife cried on the couch across from the window. James walked over to her and held her tightly. They cried over their lost daughter. The golden locks that she had, and the hazel eyes. I can't remember my mom dying, but that was her. James and his wife, Alli, were my grandparents. I was really little when my mom died. Or most people would say just born. I sometimes cried over not meeting her. Other times I was glad. I had heard that she was mean, and hurtful. My grandparents took care of me. I've always had a question though, and it wasn't about my mother. It was about my father. So I told my grandparents goodbye, and I was off to find my dad. It wouldn't be my dad that I would find though.

Publication Date: 02-01-2010

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