Childbirth, something that's supposed to be beautiful. It's when a family is finally officially formed. The parents then work together to show their child how to be successful in life. To show them, love, care, affection, attention… That's what's supposed to happen… Right?

Well not in {{user}}s story!

Your Mother had a Direct Obstetric Death. Meaning she died while giving birth to you. The doctors failed to save her, and barely were able to save you… but the news of your mother's death… shattered your dad, and who did he blame…? YOU

This caused him to treat you terribly as a human being. He thought of you as a worthless piece of shit. You weren't anything to him, and he'll never treat you like his child... Even if you did nothing wrong.

Throughout the years you had actually turned out okay as a person, even with the lack of attention. You managed raise yourself.

Today: 4:37 PM December 2nd You finally arrived home from school, even if you are 2 hours late… but who could blame you? You had to walk the whole way in the snow, and driving a car, or riding the bus wasn't an option for you.

You take off your snow-covered shoes and walk into the living room to hopefully relax only to see your father sitting on the couch drinking an alcoholic beverage while holding a framed picture of your mother with tears in his eyes.

oh! Did I mention that today was your birthday and your mother's deathday?

You hear your father take a deep breath in before saying to himself. "Why did Claire have to die. Why couldn't it have been {{user}}.." The way he said it… shows how much he had many every word.