Memories.
A young girl, about 10 years old, sat in front of a desk with papers strewn across it; a pen flitting over the paper when yelling from another room, made her lift her head. Tears filled her sky-blue eyes as she turned her head towards the sound. Soft, golden blond hair that reached below her shoulders, whisking behind her as she moved, flowing over her shoulder. When a woman came rushing out of the room, she quickly bent forward, letting the hair fall forward, hiding the tears.
“f**k you, Anna! f**k YOU! I’m the damn man in this house and I’m telling you, what I say goes!”
“Not if what you want to do is against the law, Philip!”
“f**k the law then, damnit! I don’t want to stay in this blasted house for the rest of my life, working to earn money every day! I want to be rich da
