My ceremony was a week later. they put my picture next to my fathers. it was a beautiful ceremony. I watched it from above there was my favorite color in my moms hair pins to help remember me. blue light blue. my mom dressed me in my bests. My white church dress with painted nails and curled hair. like on pretty little liars. I don't know how Melissa does it. having to live with the guilt. knowing she killed me . having to go through every day knowing that in the back of her mind she ruined a 4 year olds life. A dancers life. a child's soul. my souls was to be forever in heaven and my body forever lost on earth. if I was lucky I could of got off with just stitches like Melissa psh I'm not lucky never have never will. It was on that very day I said good bye to the world. I would soon become just a forgotten memory. never to be talked about again.
