When I was little,
i believed i was a mermaid.
as my mother wasn’t there and my father was drunk most of the time. that left my older sister looking after me and my brother.
since my brother was the baby of course he was watched over better then i was.
so i created this thought, or world should i say, i was mermaid and that explained why i had no attention. why i had to love. why i was ignored. and why i was so different.
my mother and father went along with it. most likely thinking i was just kidding. but in reality i believed it.
i wanted to have this amazing mother. she would have beautiful long, dirty blonde hair. a blue scale tail. and of course no bra or covering because her hair was always covering her breast. she was a free sprit and feel in love young with a human. her love so powerful that one night the ocean god allowed her to become human and her and the boy spend the night together. eventually creating me.
i was born in the ocean. once again my mother was allowed to turn human. but this time when she turned human she wasn’t a pretty young girl. she was old. she was wrinkly. she over all just didn’t look great.
she dropped me off at the closest and cutest house she could find. and knocked on the my “mother” came to the door and she begged her to keep me. that i was a child of love. a child of freedom. take her to the ocean often. but don’t let her go into the water alone or she’ll take me. so my “mother” accept her offer. and so did my “father”
they loved me. and i loved them. and this thought(world) i had always seems to come back into my head every once in awhile.
and every time it does i feel at home.
i feel complete for that moment.
