Hello, I am Kittiwitti. I have announced the prologue of my book for english has begun. I am not great in English. I just came out of ESL. So please help with my grammar and spelling mistakes.

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Prologue

Hello, I am Claire…Claire Sullivan. My life and days as a daughter to my single, distressed mother Anne Sullivan, she has suffered from a problematic long-lasting curse that was set upon me. My father, Daniel Sullivan ran away from our home, because of this reason, that is unexplained or even defined within my own ears. This reason is my curse, my misidentified connection with my parents, my life, and….my soul.

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My birth began on May 31st of 1993. It was thought as a normal pregnancy with a normal, healthy baby. My mother was in the emergency with my father. They were very much in love. Till that unsaturated fate was blacked into oblivion.

This day on May 31st was the day of incompleteness of my parent's soul and devotion.

"How can my child be deaf? She is just so beautiful, she cannot be!"Anne Sullivan angrily staring at the female conceiver, her body and hair drenched in sweat. Her voice tarred at her female baby with such disbelief. Anne's tears spilling out like morning rain on the grey sunless skies, holding her daughter, very much like a piece of treasure.

Daniel Sullivan contemplated the stunning adaptation of his beloved daughter. His face burrowed between his hard hands.

"Daniel, we must take care of this child. I love her despite, and always will. You love her…don't you?" Anna looking at her husband with definite aquamarine eyes as if she was pleading for assistance.

"……I…." Daniel gazed at his wife and the child. His hands lowered slightly still quivering from exhaustion due to the lack of recuperating in words or touch. Finally his wavered thoughts combined into an escape route.

"Anne, you raise this deaf girl on your own. I do not want to be around my kid, if she can't even hear my own voice! Daniel mildly bellowed.

"WHAT!!! Daniel! You expect me to take care of our daughter all by myself!?! She needs a mother and father! She is still a human being!!!" Anne argued back, stroking the light chestnut hair back.

"I do not frickin care, anymore. She is not my daughter. My daughter has the capabilities of hearing! Goodbye Anne." Daniel said, leaving with hard footsteps trailing to the door.

"Daniel! Please! I need you! Our daughter needs you!" Anne pleaded with tears streaming down her redden cheeks.

"No…Anne, You and that baby are nothing to me." Daniel stated, his eyes appeared to be looking down, closing the light brown door with a heavy slam. The heavy slam broke the violated silence that swallowed the whole room up.

"DANIEL!"

But the cries of a shattered, broken woman will be left in a total midst of darkness and confusion.

……forever…….