We went on a holiday two weeks ago to the Gold Coast [QLD Australia] to see Alix, my oldest daughter.Let me brief you on the background of Alix: Alix has always been a tormented rebel who just can't follow rules, accept responsibility, or commit to anything. Ever since she was born she's been a self centred handful who never really fit in to any group or crowd. Never really had any friends that weren't out to use her for their own social gain.
She's always been very lonely, but never open to any suggestions to help her out of it.
So at 14 she went to live with her father [her choice] in Brisbane. She quickly got in with a rough crowd and became a punky street kid, living out of soup kitchens, stealing her clothes/jewelry, getting backyard tattoos and sleeping where ever, with who ever. She thinks she's tough and can handle anything. Every parent's second worst nightmare! [other than abduction].
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So when we went up there to see her and we were kinda worried about what we'd find.When i saw her, it was like nothing had changed. She's still my baby :o)
We went to lunch with her and my ex, then went back to his place to check out his snake collection etc. Alix tried to get some money out of me for a party, but i wouldn't give it to her. She lost all interest in spending time with us then, and ditched us. She went back to her friends in the city, and left us to holiday on our own, without her.
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The next day we went to the Queen St mall in Brisbane to do some shopping. From a distance, i saw Alix, with her back to us, standing with her group of wannabe punk homies. She was wearing her stolen clothes and wore thick, gothy make up.Time stood still for a moment. And as i looked at her, for the first time in her 16 years, she actually fit somewhere...She belonged somewhere. And as i looked at her in that crowd,she looked so very beautiful to me, and in that instant, i was re-affirmed that she would be alright.
She just looked so beautiful :o)
