The absence of Skyler's father has puzzled her since her childhood. Clouds of secrecy cover the tainted truth and no one seems to know exactly what happened in that house all those years ago. After a tragic turn off events, Skyler learns that some secrets are harder to bare than others and some wounds should be left unopened. Mentally breaking and in desperate need of some professional help, she turns to a therapist to cope with her overloaded emotions. Little does she know these sessions will pull skeletons out of her closet she had buried many years ago and force her to deal with her own dark secret.*** I wasn't the only kid on our block that suffered the challenges of a single parent household. Two brothers who stayed three houses down were being raised by a single mother who worked two jobs and was hardly ever home. And worse, a little girl on the next street over named Tina had lost her mother during her own birth.

As sad as my situation was, I was thankful that it wasn't hers. Some of the cruel older boys in the neighborhood would tease her about "killing her mother," which didn't seem to hurt her as much as it annoyed her. "They are just ass wipes" I told her. "Don't worry about what they say.""I don't! Who cares what tissue says? It's just going to get flushed" We would laugh hysterically."Do you ever miss your mom?" I asked once."Hard to miss someone you never met." She replied.

"I have pictures of her but I don't know what she was like so, I guess not."As funny as it sounds to a certain extent I envied Tina. Not because she didn't have her mom but because she didn't have memories of her to haunt her. She didn't have to deal with being abandon on purpose. She had a totally different set of issues, of course, but she had her daddy. And again that's all that mattered to me.***.