She was the perfect catastrophe, he was the perfect imperfection. If she is the sky, he is the land, it's difficult for them to meet but the result is magical, they are just like horizon beautiful yet difficult.
Haze.
I remember the day Amanda first came in my house in place of my father's wife. It was just a week when my mother died and my father brought Amanda and Nathan in our house, where only we were supposed to live as a happy family. And there was absolutely no reason for me to stay with him, with the person I call father. I hated him and still hate him from the core of my heart.
I hugged my mom's photograph close to me and started to sob silently. It has been three years since she died, it's been three years my world had crumbled. And tomorrow is my mother's death anniversary
