Since Lucy was young she knew her parents hated her, her bath toys were a toaster and a radio. The very thought of hanging out with her must have repulsed them for she saw silent joy everytime she said she couldn’t make it for a gathering. Slowly though, news of the fact that the Hendersons weren’t a perfect family got out and they got it into their heads to pretend that they were the very epitome of the perfect family. Gifts were administered, money lavishly given out and family squabbles occurred in a rather underhanded fashion; behind closed doors, in the dark as far away from peeking eyes as humanly possible. Lucy hated this, with every fibre of her being she wanted the world to know what a failure her parents were, she wanted to run and expose them. Ironically revealing all will be the only way her life will become private again. So she wrote a story, very much like this one, exactly like this one in fact and published it in a place she knew all would see. Far out there in cyberspace perhaps someone would read it, someone who truly needed to know exactly how she felt, to the very punctuation. Only then when everything was destroyed could she finally find true peace- peace from within.