There is a simple girl who sacrifices a lot. Her life became miserable because of what happen in her family. Due to the incident that something bad happened to her. She is kind, sweet and pretty girl that doesn't deserve this kind of situation. 

This story has a theme entitled Broken Family with a genre called Melodrama

Written by: Ashley Kaye R. Cruz
 

My name is Sky Hauxel, I'm 17 years of age. I love reading books, singing, dancing, playing badminton and other interesting stuff. Everyone aspires to have a content family. I'm fortunate to have been a part of one. It was the best to grow up in a lovely family! I can vividly recall my parents' excellent care for my sisters and me. My mother would prepare everything for me every morning, including my school outfit, shoes, bag, packed lunch, and everything else. 

Just to give you a little history on our family, my mom was a devoted homemaker and my dad was something of a businessman. Our ancestors left my dad a large number of properties, which served as our main source of income. The land was turned into a farm, a small neighborhood, and a rental facility. The remaining people were auctioned. Before things started to go poorly, everything in our household was going really well. They also took us on thrilling excursions outside the city! They undoubtedly made great parents. Nothing else would have been better, in my opinion.

I'm having a great day, but I wasn't prepared for the news I received when I got home. I woke up late, missed the bus, so my mother had to drive me to school, got yelled at by the teacher in front of everyone, forgot my lunch at home, and got sent to the principal's office for not paying attention in class.

I began to up the stairs to my room, but before I could make it four steps, my father shouted to me from the dining room. They undoubtedly heard me slam the door when I was upset.

I entered the room, which was silent. Then my mother said, "Sweetie, we have something we'd want to say," and I waited what felt like an eternity for them to speak. "Your dad is moving out and I'm seeking a divorce," I say after carefully considering and discussing the situation.

The words struck me in the heart like an arrow. My parents and I were always so close, so I didn't understand. What took place? Did I act in any way?

My parents could not possibly still be in love with one another. “Kitkat? "I nearly forgot my dad's nickname for me, Kitkat, which is strange because Sky isn't even a short form of my own name.

“Yes?

"I answer.

"You seem a little rattled," I said.

You feel? I stated it in my head, but I was afraid to speak it aloud. I croaked out, "No, I'm alright," as best I could. "May I access my room? ”

Sky, of course," mom said. Mom only calls me by my name when she's serious; otherwise, she calls me by nicknames like Honey or Sweetie. However, she was acting extremely serious right then.