It's been 2 years since her father died but it still feels so fresh to Emma, she felt like everyday was just passing by with her still stuck in the same spot. She hated the fact that everyone seems to have moved on and are now acting like her father never existed. Alot has changed since he died, especially her step mom, the once sweet woman she knew and loved has changed to this person she could barely recognize. The woman who treated her with so much love and warmth now treats her with hatred and cruelty. It was barely six month after her father died that she started noticing the difference, she was more distant and unconcern. She grew worse and worse by the day and so did Lyla. It was as if they were waiting for her dad to die. Her life was becoming like that of a modern day cinderella but she knew there was no one coming to save her. Everyone of her family member distanced themselves since after the burier but they were never present even when her dad was alive. The only person that still checks on her was her uncle James. Emma came down from her room on one faithful evening to get something to eat on her 14th birthday since everyone forgot including her, she sat on the table eating untill her face was shoved into the hot chicken soup. She couldnt open her eyes as they were burning due to the spice."what the heck?" She shouted subconsciously but the slap that followed it startled her even more. "How dare you talk to me like that, you disrespectful little wimp" Mrs Martha said with disgust written on her face. Emma was still struggling to open her eyes, "I didn't mean to disrespect I just wasn't expecting that, why would you do that?"Emma asked as she squim in pain. "Who the hell do you think you are to question me in my own home, and from now on if you touch my food or anything of mine without my consent I will make you regret it, do you get that?" Mrs Martha said as she shoved her aside with so much forced she fell flat on the floor. Emma felt the hot tears welling up in her eyes she was unsure if it's the spice or the treatment but she sat down there and allowed it to pour freely. She felt herself wishing her dad had been alive or even taken her with him. She pulled her self up and went to her room, from that moment onward mrs Martha has never missed an oprotunity to hit her even when she practically did nothing. She kept going on and enduring, she found solace in her dreams where she could sit and watch the sum rise with her parent but her misery begins the moment she opens her eyes.
