Funny, isn’t it? Five years together, and this was the only photo we ever took as a family, one Sebastian only agreed to because my parents pressured him into it.
My mind drifted back to when it all began.
Back then, I had just been forced to give up on my dream. I figured if that was how life was going to be, I’d at least commit to the family. I had hope for the future.
“Polly, you're such a kind girl. I’m relieved knowing Christian has you to care for him.”
“Once I finish this race, I’ll give you the wedding of your dreams.”
I believed we could be happy, that I could be a good wife, a good mother. But looking at it now, I was just fooling myself.
“Where’s my warm milk?! Are you just going to stand there staring at that again? I told you I need hot milk every morning!”
Christian’s angry voice rang out behind me.
The maid tried to calm him gently, “Christian, please don’t be upset. Here’s your milk.”
But he shoved her aside and stormed over, snatching the family photo from my hands and smashing it onto the floor.
Glass shattered everywhere. The only family photo we had was now gone, just like this so-called family.