Hola again to my previous readers and to the new ones - welcome aboard!
I have re-written chapters 1 and 2, and there is now a chapter 3!
I would like to say the reason why I haven't been writing is because I was studying, but that would be a lie... I'm just lazy...
So read this again to get back into the story and let's continue!
Eating An Ice-Cream Cone Preface
I sat peacefully at the kitchen table, in our tiny flat. My Renesmee, my adorable three year old daughter was eating an ice-cream cone. She ate all of the ice-cream and was now crumbling the cone into tiny pieces on a plate. I laughed at the sight of her.
I began sifting through the letters in my hand. Fliers, phone bills and-
I stopped abruptly. A letter edged in red was now tight in my grasp. I opened the letter with trembling hands and slowly read and re-read the letter, until the words didn't make sense anymore.
They were kicking us out of the flat. And they were taking Renesmee. My Nessie was going to be put into a foster home because I was an "unfit single parent".
I glanced again over at her. She was blissfully unaware of my trauma, still happily crumbling the cone as my world slowly crumbled around me.
