My Life Has Always Been My Nightmare Essay
After a short time the room I’ve been summoned to appears around the corner. Stopping shortly outside the thick wooden doors I turn left and see the portrait I never forget. A couple holding in their arms a little baby girl with glorious golden hair and large brown eyes. The couple look at her lovingly, warm smiles etched onto their faces.
My eyes drop from the image and fall on the title of the work at the bottom of the frame.
King Jude and Queen Layla Heartfilia with Princess Lucy Heartfilia.
That was only painted a few years before my mother Layla passed away. That painting is the only evidence that I have of my mother, and the only thing that ever told me of my fathers happiness before she passed.
Speaking of my father I…