The pain of being forgotten.

She was a young child ,a korky quite type with now grip on life or who she even was yet.Her parents were split as they just couldn't get along enough to stay together. Her name was Nichole as her parents named her after an old man her father called dad but never seen.He was a harsh man who never really wanted to admit to even haven his children and instead let her mother take the fall for everything raising her children alone. But even that wasnt enough instead she was tossed from family member to family member like she was just a piece a gum being handed to everyone in every which way .growing up Nichole felt nothing but pain and sadness always asking her aunt when her mother was coming home and remember her aunt always saying "hunny I really dont know " See growing up she lived with her aunt and her children she had three boys and a girl of her own.She never complained about haven Nichole and her brother tho she was also happy and had a smile on her face....Nichole lived in a little town that was in the middle of the country in a small double wide where she shared a tiny bedroom with her cousin.To her that was the best part if her sad life and that is what made her happy .. she never had to worry never went hungry and at least her aunt should her little love she could ...