By Brianna L.

Shane found a piece of paper in her car.  The tears were still running down her face when she started to write to Carmen.  She only drove a block from her home and found her car park where she had chose to stop.

Dear Carmen,

I stopped by your home. Your family wasn’t happy to see me.  I don’t blame them, I blame me. I didn’t tell you, but I found my father cheating again.  When we went head to head, he told me I was just like him. I had his blood.  I didn’t want to find myself where he was.  I know what it was like to come from a broken home. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want us to have kids and break up.  I left you at the wedding, and I know the timing sucked big time. If I could have learned this about myself sooner I would have and not let you feel bad.  I’m so sad Carmen. I hope one day you will forgive me.

x  Shane x

She folded the piece of paper and on foot snuck back to Carmen’s house.  She put the paper under the windshield wiper of her car, and returned to hers.   As she passed by Carmen’s home, she knew she probably would never find someone like her.  She really cared about her. But she was her father’s daughter, and she had known she had tendancies to float in and out of the lives of those she messed around with.  She was a girl who didn’t let a lot of people close, and hid her heart as much as she could.  Carmen was one she didn’t do the best job with. Carmen got through, but the blood she shared with her dad was bigger than that or anything else that would come to her in her life.