In October when I was four years old, my parents, Sandra our maid, Mrs. Snell the housekeeper and I spent the summer at my parent's lake house.
There is one day in particular that I can remember far more clearly than all the rest. I had decided to run away on that fateful day to escape my mother, it was not the first time. Before I left I told Mrs. Snell so my father would know where to come and save me.
I went to my father's dinghy, a small sailboat for island hopping. I waited for my father but he never came. My mother came though.
Upon her arrival at the dock she said "Ahoy" and greeted me like a pirate. She the maintained that she was a Vice Admiral and I should let her on the boat. However the purpose of my being on the boat was to be away from her. But she wasn't an Admiral and therefore she had no claim to coming on the boat. My mother desperately wanted to climb into that boat she tried every form of coersion she could think of. She whistled a pretty tune and told me she missed me. I threw the goggles into the boat.
that upset my mother because they had belonged to my Uncle Seymour. They were my Uncle Webbs' now, but because they had belonged to Uncle Seymour upset my mother. Seymour killed himself when I was an infant; I suppose it was PTSD but they were unable to diagnose it back in the day.
After a while I let my mother come into the dinghy with me; she had been very upset but I realize noe it was all staged for her benefit. Once she came in the boat she started kissing me all over...she nibbled my ear and she claims she tucked in my shirt, but I remember it differently. I ran away from my mother and into the house looking for my father.
Father said mother was a lady, for a while that is what I thought to, but after that day she was no longer a lady to me.
Alexandra Burke
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