Pathetic love
My mother was very pretty in born, and my father loved her .he just thought she was beautiful pandora the first woman god gave to human. He thought himself so lucky. However, good matters did not last long.
About three years ago, my parents divorced. My lovely mother left me cruelly to my father, who was a big drunker. She threw the pandora bracelets my father gave to her as a birthday present into the sea .she had fall in love with another guy.
I have not been looked after by my father for several years. My fathers love for me just stayed in my memory of little childhood. I don’t know when my father became so inertia, addicted in wine. The most boring matter which I could not bear was he became a dandy surrounded by all kinds of women I did not know.
I realized I forgot I could not help forgetting the main stuff: the existence of sea, the never stopping movement of it and the brilliant sun. I also could not remember the small vine trees and its smell. I forgot the smile of my mother, wearing her precious pandora charms, when I walked out of school three years ago. It was a kind of smile from the bottom of her heart. It was a kind of love all parents gave to their children. I remember, when I got in the car, my father happened to became ecstasy, full of enjoyment. Because I had the same eyes and mouth with him. I would become his most precious and most excellent gift. I was lack of nothing; he always gave me luxurious enjoyment and easy life. Like my mother, he also gave me pandora jewelry as a present on my birthday party then. I consider the most happiness I had then was due to money. I still remember the happiness of driving a car, new dresses, buying CDs, books and flowers. I never felt shame about the easy got happiness, which was called easy got by others. Maybe I was pessimistic in my heart, but joy and happiness standed for the unique aspect of my proposition which could match with my sadness.
My father was a rich man who has a lot of pandora beads. .besides; he was always welcome in females. I did not like people thought he was proud of his women. He just only did not hind these matters to me his daughter. More precisely, he never explained to me why he gave pandora silver to his new girls. He also did not explain the reason why some of his girl often had breakfast even totally live in our house. However, he could cheat me for a moment, but for how long? It is impossible that I did not know what kind of relationship between them. Every time I looked at the dirty face of the women wearing the shinning pandora necklace, I felt shame and annoyed about love for quite a long time. As my age, love, however, ought to be a enjoyment more than a feeling. Just like Oscar said: crime is the only color the modern society left. As an ideal, I planed to live a vulgar life.