We were a picture perfect family. With a successful business man of a father and a mother beautiful enough to be a model you would think we had no problems, like a grand dollhouse with perfect dolls made of smooth and polished porcelain and painted to be the glassy embodiment of perfection. We stood tall as important members of society, right in the center of the social circle. A rich family of three, beautiful genius'. My whole life was laid before me, every event of my life like a piece of a complicated puzzle, but fit together perfectly non the less. One night in my childhood it felt like someone came in and burned the pieces, destroyed my certainty of a perfect life, the perfect life that I wanted and was prepared for during the first ten years of my life. A ten year old, (H/C) haired girl sitting in her family room, almost waiting for her life to be shattered. The cold winter night of November 2005 allowed the wind to howl with the raging anger of a wolf pack out for blood. An aggressive and determined knock shook my front door sending waves of panic in my stomach. My father cautiously went to answer the angry call. My childish curiosity had the upper hand to my reason. I trudged down the smooth wood of my hallway to see my father speaking to two girls, both with platinum blonde, almost white, hair and the softest blue eyes I had ever seen. The taller of the two noticed me and scoffed a grumbled "Oh, there's another one". She crossed her arms over her chest and turned away, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. I, being confused by her words, asked "What do you mean?" as I looked at my fathers worried expression. The tallest of the two huffed and stomped away to a minivan parked in front of the large house, blocking my fathers car from exit. The girl still standing in the door way was far more sympathetic of the situation and gave me a warm look. She bent down to be around my level and looked at me with friendly, though serious eyes, "You'll hear a lot of things about your dad in the next few days, some of them true and some of them lies, but no matter what you have to remember he love you alright?". She spoke so softly with a hint of determined kindness. I nodded, earning a closed mouth smile and a nod from her. She straightened her back and made angry eye contact with my father, the kindness of her features retreating. "I believe you two have a lot to talk about" She spat before following the other girl to the minivan. I watched it speed of and began to feel dizzy due to how fast my world was spinning. I looked at my father, hoping, praying for answers, but her clearly had no intention of comlplying. He just ran. He turned and ran into the darkest corner of the basement, locking the door behind him. I was conflicted, terrified, second guessing myself. What had my father done? What could he have done? Another spurt of childish curiosity surged through me as I followed his trail. He had dropped his wallet and I could she a few papers breaking away from the rest. I pulled on out to see a picture of my father and a pregnant woman. They both seemed happy. The woman had platinum blonde hair and blue eyes and looked much like the two girls but much older. My eyebrows knitted together as I fulled out another, I saw another picture with another pregnant woman, this woman with amber hair that curled and framed her face and bangs that ended just above her emerald eyes. I pulled out more to see two more, two more pictures with two other pregnant woman. I turned them to see each was dated, 1983, 1985, 1986 and 1989. Turns out my father had a lot more to explain than just why two girls showed up at our door at eleven at night.
