Ashley: "What mommy?"

Tears made their way down Christine’s cheeks.

Christine: "(whispering)It was all your fault Ashley."

Ashley tilted her head to the side in confusion.

Ashley: "What was my fault?"

Christine: "You’re father’s death. It was all your fucking fault! If you weren’t such a damn baby your father would be fine and healthy in New York! But no you go and cry to him and he immediately gets on a plane to see you. If you would have just waited a couple of more days you would get to see him again. I would get to see him again."

Christine just shook her head in shame.

Christine: "It is your fault he got on that plane in the first place. It is your fault he is dead. All of it Ashley! It’s all your fault!"

Ashley started to silently cry to herself. She covered her face with her small lifeless hands and cried. Christine kneeled down in front of her daughter and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face.

Christine: "(in clenched teeth) You have no right to cry you little shit. You killed my husband Ashley. You killed your father. When you start missing him remember you are the reason why he is gone. It’s all your fault."

Christine pushed her daughter’s hands to the side and got up off her knees and left. Ashley just sat on what used to be a comfortable sofa, what now seemed like a cold hard wooden chair that is sat upon by the culprit in a courtroom. Her lip quivering with tears still pouring out of her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling, imagining her father in the heavens above. Imagining his face she looked up guiltily.

Ashley : "I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry."

She dropped her head in her hands and she cried. Cried for what seemed like hours. Cried because she missed her fathers face. Cried because her mother hated her. But mostly cried because she thought she killed her father.