Mr Kings daring driver is actually a girl

I walked along the main road of the city park while scrolling through my phone. I held it to my face while relentlessly going through the internet. 

There were so many hot topics to view lately. I grinned while enjoying the news.

Suddenly, a family of three walked past me. A father, mother and a little girl, chattering away happily.

Happy Family! The words I missed! The words I wished never faded!

I stopped in my tracks and looked back. The wind blew gently so I had to brush my short orange hair aside for a clearer view. My ocean blue eyes peered into the scene with mixed feelings.

The little girl in their midst looked so happy. She giggled with so much warmth and carefree spirit. It reminded me of those days. 

Those days when my life was like every other. They were the days when I and my family were very happy. I missed those days.

I was a carefree little girl just like the girl I was seeing. I smiled and turned to leave. If only those days didn't end. But so what? It was already the past. There was no use crying over spilled milk. 

My name is Erica Dale. I'm an independent second class working lady... well, at least that's what I think I am. 

When I was little, my parents and I had a lot of fun, we were almost the perfect trio. I treasured every moment and wishes that things would never change and that I would never grow up, that was how happy I was. 

They erected a swing for me in the garden, at the back of our house. There, we would play together. I'd call my dad superman and my mom, wonder woman, because to me, they were my worlds greatest heros. They were perfect.

I was very happy with my family until it all fell apart. The older I got, the more that I saw that my parents weren't heros. They were just like me, imperfect.

It all started the day I got back from school. I was four but unlike other kids, I didn't take the bus because the school was just a few blocks away. 

I opened the front door with a cheerful smile ready to great my parents, but what met me was our family's portrait flying towards me. I quickly ducked due to instinct and avoided it but still got hurt by the shattered glass.

I looked up in fright and saw my parents, fighting. My mom was screaming stuffs that I couldn't understand and my dad responded the same way. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I watched the harmony of my family fall into ruins for what I didn't understand.

"Erica, go to your room!" Mom instructed

"Why send her away?" Dad said "Why not let her know?"

"Kyle, get a hold of yourself. She's still a child." Mom responded

"Yeah, 'our' child!" I was sure he emphasized on the word 'our' as he stared at mom like he was going to kill her. I couldn't do anything. With my little legs and my bag pack still hanging on my shoulders, I ran up to my room crying.

I shut the door and didn't come out no matter what I heard. There were more things breaking in the kitchen and then the living room. Then, I heard my mom scream at dad.

"I love my daughter but I won't stay with you for one more second. I'm leaving!" She declared but didn't leave. She stayed but hardly showed her face to me. It broke my heart.