Sadest Story

  My friend Holly showed me this story she wrote for a writing class. It is SO sad. I almost cried. Please comment and tell me what you think of it.


   Jenny Rash has beautiful blue eyes, and soft honey colored hair. She is four foot seven inches tall. she has an adorable face and personality. She is rasied by her single mother, Amanda Rash. She has had a very hard life. Her mother tries her hardest to support them, but it sometimes is not enough. Her father ran off when she was five years old. She hardly remembers him and she despises him for leaving. Jenny can not understand why her own father would leave her and her mother. Even though she is only eight, she can remember that day her father left. Every single detail, every word he said to he before he left.
      When she was two, it was the best time of her life. She loved her daddy dearly. They would have the best picnics, the best walks, the best hikes, the best daddy daughter dates, and they had the most amazing bed time stories. She loved his laugh so much, that when he told her a funny joke, all she could wait for was his laugh. It was music to her ears.
      Over the next year, Jenny's father changed. He changed so much that she never heard him laugh again. She cried herself to sleep when he would hit her before bed, or when she didn't obey him. She loved him so much still that she clung to the hope that he would remember all the fun they had together. She longed for him to hold her gently in his arms and sing her to sleep. But most of all, Jenny wanted to hear her father say, "I love you Jenny."
      The day of Jenny's 5'th birthday was the worst day of her life. When she woke up, she ran to see her parents and tell them that she loved them and tell them that it was her birthday. She raced to her parents room and burst in with a huge grin. She could hardly contain her excitement. When she looked around the room, she saw a sight that she would never forget. She saw her father hitting her mother. She was horrified. As soon as she screamed, her fathers movements ceased. With tears streaming down her face, she ran to help her mom. To help the one parent who truly loved her. The man she once loved and called father, walked away. That was when she knew that he was out of her life forever. She knew that he would never come back, never tell her that he loved her and she would never hear the melodious sound of his laughter ever again.