1 year ago*"Alex! Come inside honey your father ahould be home soon" I heard my mom call out to me.

"Coming Mommy" I say with a smile and wave at the woman who raised me. God she was beautiful, Lovely flowing brown hair. Shiney brown eyes, soft tan skin, and rosey cheeks.

Even though I was nineteen at the time, I was still a total mommy's girl.She meant the absolute world to me.

I ran into our small little house and greeted her with a hug..or atleast somewhat of a hug.

Her then 8 month pregnant belly kinda came between us. When she told me she was pregnant I was more than happy. Growing up I had always wanted a little brother or sister.

"What do you think the baby is going to be mom?" I asked as I rubbed her stomach.

"Well your father is hoping for a boy, you know how much he's always wanted a son. I on the other hand just want a happy healthy baby."

I gave her a small smile, and secretly told myself that I wanted a sister.

All that aside, I helped mom with dinner by setting the table and cleaning the house a little. I'm not much of a cook, but after watching her all theses years im pretty sure I could wip something up.

Just as I was done putting down the last plate,my father had just walked through the door. Looking exhausted and irritated as always.

"Welcome home sir" I said with a wave.

Instead of smiling or embracing me like a normal father would do. He just nodded at me, somewhat acknowleding my existance.

As you can see, I don't exactly have a good relationship with him. No matter what I did, he either ignored me or nagged me about not doing things the right way. That's why instead of calling him father or dad, I call him sir.

Doing my best not to let him get to me, I sat down with both my parents and ate the dinner that mom had made for us.

Afterwards, my parents went into their bedroom to talk..I think.

To keep myself busy, I went to my room and picked up my sewing kit. When my new baby brother or sister got here I wanted them to have a toy to play with. So I decided to make a small teddy bear, just when i was about to sew on the second button eye. I heard the most ear piercing scream coming from my parents room.

The scream made me jump up and prick my finger with my needle. But there was no time to check my injury, I ran to my parents room and burst open the door.

What I saw next made my stomach drop, my mom was clutching onto her stomach and the sheets were covered in water a d blood.

"Don't just stand there!! Go atand by your mother now!!" My dad screamed at me.

I did as I was told and once my mom saw me by her side she gave my hand a small squeeze.

"Is the baby coming mom?" I asked in a worried voice.

"It seems that way sweetheart..but it hurts so much."

Seeing my mom in that much pain Brought tears to my eyes. But my dad snapped at me for crying and orderd my mom to start pushing.

After about 20 minutes, a baby's cry filles the room.

"Sir, what is it?" I asked looking over at him wrapping up the baby in a white blanket.

"... It's a girl" he said with no emotion to his voice.

"Did you hear that mommy, a girl! I have a baby sister now.'

"Here take her, I have somewhere I need to be" my dad said handing her to me and leaving.

At that point I think I understood why he was upset..he was upset because it wasn't a boy...

Using what strength she had left, my mom took my little sister in her arms and studied her featuers.

She had my mom's brown hair and my dads black eyes, and she was super tiny. She was so different from me, I had my dad's black hair and my mom's black eyes and i knew when she got older id be taller than her.

"Aww she's so cute" I said placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"I think I'll call her Adeline" said my mom with love in her eyes.

"Can we call her Addie for short?" I asked knowing it was a silly request.

My mom nodded and handed Addie back to me.

"Im gonna rest for a bit sweetheart, take care of your sister okay?"

I nodded and took my baby sister to my room and dressed her in one of my old baby dresses.

Since that day I was officially the one to take care of Addie. Not that I minded ofcourse, she was the sister I always wanted. But our family quickly fell apart right before my eyes.

Not to long after Addie was born, my mom got more and more weak. And my father spent less and less time at home. Eventually my mom passed away, a week before my 20th birthday.

Once mom was gone, my father drank and drank all the time!! He became more angry and was sometimes violent twards me when i didn't have the house clean or if addie was crying to loud. Luckily for me all he left was a few brusies but it was still painful, and I would often cry myself to sleep.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, I waited until my dad drank himself to sleep again. Packed up everything we had left, Took Addie and ran away from that place, never once looking back.