My cinderella Story

~~Sometimes I wander did my father lose care of his family after his true love and my mother passed away. In this day of time, he gets so caught up on trying to please his new girlfriend and her family with his career name. It’s funny how I and dear sister can be replaced in act of quickness when it comes down to his other family. The many lonesome days in this little house I’ve spent wondering when I will be able to live reminds me of Cinderella story like Rapunzel. My father would go to work early in the morning leaving nothing behind but a sense of relief. When I awake from slumber, the house is filled with the sounds of silence even though our parrot Frankie and dog Rufus play in the other room. I start my day just like any normal person would do. Every day I switch on the lights to bring a little peace and some noise to the loud dreadful silence. I walk down the short hallway leading to the living room with just a blank confused look on my face. The reason why an element of confusion confuses me is because when my mother lived silence never spoke and joyous melodies lived ever strong. I sit on the couch in my favorite spot and turn the TV on thinking that it will kill the silence but it fails every time. My father fails to realize that our home is no longer a home it’s been shaped and altered into a selfish prison.  Many nights I have cried myself to a sleep and my way of escape.