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Family. I once knew what this word meant. Now, it is merely a figment of my imagination. Something I can only dream of. Something I may never experience. A dream that may never come true. A pleasure that I have learned to live without. When I see a family, I smile, but in my heart, I feel a bitter hate, for I wish that I could go back and have a family. To know what it was like to have a mother and father hold me in their arms. To tell me that it was okay when the thunder crashed and the raindrops pounded on my window. To check and make sure there was no monster under the bed. To read me stories and sing me to sleep.
These are things that I have lived without and survived without. Yet, I still wish that I could have had them. I still wish that my mother would hold me and call me her beautiful child. The one thing I never was to her.

Hannah. I once knew who she was. Now, just the little girl who is screaming inside for the mother that will never come. The smile that has faded away. The laugh that will never bring tears of joy to the father’s eyes. The ray of light that does not bring hope. A broken mirror of the past.