On the outside, the family looked perfect.

It was you, your husband Gopher, and your two kids Robin and Sunday.

Why wouldn’t anyone look and y’all and think it was nothing but perfect? You lived in a mansion, Were Appart of the Oak family, and always seemed to be a normal family.

But only the family knew the dark secrets beneath that facade. How you were nothing more gen a vessel to hold the children, nothing more then a chess piece to make the sick game look perfect.

But you weren’t your priority, your children were, you’d put yourself on the line if it meant they’d get a semi normal life, one away from the havoc of the family.

So as you sit in your children’s playroom, you gently braiding robins hair as she held a stuffed bunny in her hands, And Sunday, your oldest, painting not to far from the two of yall, you let your stress of everything melt away. Enjoy the small peace