"Grant help me with the dishes will ya?" Coming down the steps, my wet hair dripped down my bare back, and the cold from the air conditioning literally froze me.
      "What you're looking like you've seen a ghost?"
        "Because my heart feels as if I've become one. Why must it always be so cold?" I questioned as I lingered on the stairs freezing.
        My father played with his mustache, as he laughed at me. "Your mother likes it that way, says it keeps her cold heart icy and she can't have it melt, because then she wouldn't force you to come down stairs and help."
           "I do help." I grumbled sarcastically, as I finally fought my way to the last step. My mother was stirring something in a pot, and when she felt me near she paused just to pull me in a hug.
             "Here need some warmth miss?"
     "Elizabeth now don't lie to her, how can you keep her warm when you've got no warmth left?"
         I couldn't hold it back, I laughed continually, and it hurt so much that I nearly fell over. My mother was in the nape of my neck chuckling with her soft laugh, and angelic aura.
          She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I always tell her so. The crinkle next to her small oval shaped eyes, smiled with her wide grin. And she stared at my father like he were someone she was just meeting for the first time.
        Their love is something I would always cherish, and admire for the longevity of my beginning life.
           It was precious, their hearts loving each other so hard, so beautifully. And their words alone weren't even close to what the eyes were saying. If there was a such meaning beyond the word love, they would be the definition .
         It was safe to say I've never seen them fight, because they loved each other too much to even think about doing something to hurt the other. And with Eliza's parents they bicker like enemies, constantly accusing the other of unspeakable things.
              Doors are always slammed dramatically in that house, I don't understand how they haven't flown off of the hinges yet.
       But here in my house, there's always peace, which is rare, but where I live it was just me, my mother, my father and our cat, Haze.
            My favorite family to come home to, I mean it is my only family. I'm grateful I got the good of the bunch, I wish that I could say the same for Eliza.
         She was miserable there, her parents hated each other, and her brother is the only person that seems to be on her side, when her mother attacks her character.
         It was jealously if you ask me, Shawna hated Eliza for being beautiful.
         Disgusting when you think of it.
      The smiling and the laughing didn't stop, even when the door was being banged on viciously. My breath still hard to catch, it ran away somewhere, and I searched every inch of my throat for it.
    "Coming! Give us one second!" My mother called out, it grew silent for that moment. And I ran to the door just in precaution, standing there with her hair a mess, and clothes falling off was Eliza.
             And her cheeks were drained, but  managed to beam a bland color of red. As my smile faded, I observed her closely, her dried tears stained her lovely face with her misery.
        My mother not even questioning pulled her in, Eliza not responding to the hug, fully stood there. Lost, deep, somewhere foreign.
    But a place I could recognize, because I can say now, I've been there.
      It was heartbreak.