The story that I'm about to write is related to Dave Pelzer's autobiographical book, A Child Called "It": One Child's Courage to Survive.
CHAPTER 1
Christmas Eve.
I'm so happy.
Everyone's preparing for Christmas, and there are a lot of gifts under the Christmas tree!
I wish, I wish I'll have a doll today. Thank you, Santa!
"Serena? I need you to wake Blair up, sweetie?"
"Okay mom."
I was about to walk upstairs when my dad called me...
"Serena."
"Yes, dad?"
"Err, nothing just hurry up and call Blair, we will all be waiting for the both of you at the dining."
"Okay dad."
What's going on? I can sense that's something is wrong. Why are my parents so tense?
I'd better hurry up and call Blair.
"Blair? Aren't you dressed yet?"
"A minute, sis!"
"Hurry up. I guess we have a little problem."
"Done! What about?"
"I guess dad's really going to ask mom a divorce."
"WHAT?"
