(An exerpt from my story, based on truth)
It was true; we could have been twins, though we were a year apart in age.
We had the same branch colored hair, sweet tanned skin and deep mysterious chocolate eyes.
Few knew the secrets hidden within them, the pain that darkened them.
Pain connected the children at their roots, pain that haunted them for so long.
It was a black figure, “nothingness” if you will, that clouded their vision.
Both children had suffered the same loss; neglect from the one person they’d never meet.
Their fathers.