Bright Fame, Dark Life: Prelude
By Cam87
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I'm sitting at my desk, as I write this. My desk is streaked with beams of English sunshine shining through the open window. It is summer. Dust dances in the light. The window opens onto the garden. The soft scent of the roses floats in the air. I can hear a child's laughter. My beautiful daughter with golden curls that glint in the sun and blue eyes that are the eternal sunshine of my life. She is five now. Five years old.
My first memory came from when I was her age. It wasn't a good one, but it led to the events of my life that led me here today. For years, I have buried my past, but now, as my child is growing, I know I must come to terms with it so that I can be truthful with her when she asks. When she asks why she has no grandparents, no father, and only two uncles when three are recorded in photos.
She must learn the truth when she asks. I cannot have my child ashamed of her mother's past.
I was five years old when it all began.
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