|Estelle's POV|
"Good night, Daddy," a fourteen year-old me said, getting ready to sleep.
My dad replied, "Good night, Estelle, sweetheart."
I walked out of the small living room, leaving the buzz of the dainty TV, the faint light of the lamp, and the sweet woody smell. I began down the stairs, carefully watching my foot each step. I have ADD, so that was my way of being distracted. I also have dyslexia. I turned my lamp on and plopped down on my bed. I inhaled the flowery smell that my room always had smelled of.
The house I lived in was old. The lamp in my room was a lamp that used kerosene. I lit it every single night before I went to bed. The base had a beautiful flower pattern on it. It was my mom's.
I never actually knew my mom. She left my dad when I wasn't even a year old. This is the only memento I have to remember her. I also supposedly had a brother that my mom took with her. I didn't have any pictures of either of them. It was always just me, my dad, and my horse Virginia living under the lonely Texas sky. Working.
I never went to school. My dad barely taught me because we were always working on the ranch. When he did teach me, my favorite subject was science because plants always interested me. My favorite flower is dogwood. We had a dogwood tree in our yard for as long as I can remember. The flowers always bloomed in the spring. Dad also said dogwoods were one of mom's favorites. That's another reason they're my favorite.
I began to fiddle around with my long blond hair. I wondered if my mom had blond hair. I would never know. Did my brother have blond hair? I thought about these questions a lot, even though I would probably not be able to meet either of them ever in my life.
My eyelids began to droop, and the lamp began to flicker. I had never stayed up late enough that the lamp burned out. I guess this was a first…The dim light flickered, and then it went dark. It sort of resembled my life.
My life was a light burned out.