36| Rehearsal Dinner

LACY

Everyone rushed around in a haste to get the massive ballroom at my parents' house ready for the rehearsal dinner that would take place in a few hours. I walked around the mansion of a house trying to recall pleasant memories but only a hand full came to mind, however, none of those memories included my so-called father.

A memory vividly flashed through my mind as I strolled past the library. I use to be an avid reader growing up. That was basically how I began writing as well. With all the reading I did, my imagination never seemed to stop working. Matter of fact, my imagination worked overtime and writing became a breeze but sometimes I couldn't help but wish the world we lived in be similar to the world I read and wrote about.

Every day, every God-forsaken day, I use to wake up and wished that I had the love of both my parents. I would have traded all the wealth they had for their love but at the s