Prologue

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My name is Hydrana Jones , strange I  know but its  what my father named me because he said my eyes reminded him  of  hydrangaes

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My name is Hydrana Jones , strange I  know but its  what my father named me because he said my eyes reminded him  of  hydrangaes.

My name is Hydrana Jones , strange I  know but its  what my father named me because he said my eyes reminded him  of  hydrangaes

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My pupils were a strange mix of  blue and white  as the flower itself was and because of that I was  home  schooled . The other kids always  isolated me  from  their games  ,called  me names ,bullied me because I was not like them which led to me being home schooled .My mum  was an  elementary school teacher and dad was a photographer  but despite my uncommon looks they loved me .Or so I thought .

Two weeks after my sixth birthday Jane my mom caught dad sleeping with  his boss .He didn't deny it , didn't defend  himself   and after  some time  he left.Left  my  mum with their so  called dream house by the woods for  another woman ,a sense normalcy in  his life .

My mum was left broken ,depressed ,I'd never seen her so lost, but  then she  began to drown her sorrows in  alcohol , stopped going  to her job ,stopped smiling ,stopped  cooking , stopped showing  herself. She spent most of her days in her room and  only  came  out  when  she needed  more  alcohol .As days  went on she  would come out of  her  room once in a while as if  to make  sure I was  still alive .I was ,I had to be , for her ,for me , for us.Then the came a time  when she  snapped , just the mere sight of  me  repulsed her, she would say '' you  look so much  like  your  father , your smile , nose , hair '' , then  come  close to me only  to slap or  inflict  any  source of pain to  the source of  all her misery.But  behind that broken  shell I still saw my mum.Or so I thought, till that one  faithful night ...

I am  Hydrana and this  is my  story.

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