Farther mom, closer Dad.
She stood in front of the cracked glass, re-examinining the prominent forehead scar, a reminder of the battle she had won and her mother, lost.
Darren, her father snuck up behind her and whispered a reassurance "you're beautiful ", his eyes meeting hers through the smashed mirror. On impulse, tears gushed forth like a spring, the make-up streaming down her face, revealing more red than her pale white skin. She loosened her grip on the picture frame and it fell with a soft thud.
He always told her she was beautiful and she believed him. She smiled amidst her woes, for she was safe in the arms of a caring and still present parent.