When Someone Handed Me A Short Story

If someone handed you a book of your life, would you read it to the end? This is a cliche we hear a lot nowadays. On Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. Some people hear this quote and think about the future chapters. Your first marriage. The birth of your children. The death of your parents. But what about the first few chapters? The chapters that shaped you. That taught you to react the way you did in the end. Would you want to read them. Relive all your failures and embarrassing moments again, or would you edit it. Change the story and end up with a completely new one in the end. Those small moments you passed over at the time. They could have made or broke you.
When I was younger my mom was on the prowl for a husband. She would always introduce me to a new guy every week. Some older some younger, but even though their ages differed, their reactions to me were always the same. A 21 year old woman with 6 year old daughter was always a shock to them. Their eyes would widen. Id hear the same “but you too young to have a kid” line over and over. But they'd do anything they could to make me happy. Buying me toys and games, anything my little heart could ever …show more content…
No one would tell me what happened. I sat outside waiting for her car. When it pulled up she wouldn't look at me. Her cheeks were stained with tears. I felt like I had ruined her life. I was the reason she was unhappy. Although I was young I knew she didn't need him. She thought she did and I was distraught that i had to cause her pain like that, but would I change it? No. My mom now lives bruise free with a parkinson's ridden old man. A stubborn hyperactive 6 year old. A overprotective 200 pound lap mutt. A snot nosed wanna-be gaurd pug. A turrets stricken clumsy potato. And a rebellious, perverted, abrupt excuse of a daughter. I made a lot of mistakes in my life but those mistakes are the things that make me. The things that make us. If I had to live life over, I wouldn't change a