very powerful monologue. now, i tried to write a monologue last semester and failed at it miserably, so please take that into account.
what i read here is a very strong voice. you've nailed that as well as the narration style.
what i'm less than thrilled with is your opening. i fail to see how it relates to the narrator's reflections on family. wait, no, i do see how it relates, about the masks people wear, but i think the opening about the girls bitching about rhiannon doesn't transition smoothly. i'm not going to suggest anything, as i know you can come up with something much better than me. BUT, also keep in mind that i have no idea what i'm talking about and if the opening transitions smoothly for you, stick with it.
love the image of huddling against the wardrobe.
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He never held her, he saw her only once, in a white casket similar to the one he first saw me in.
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this confuses me a tad. because the elusive daughter was fifteen when she died. why is the narrator in a white casket similar to hers? are you talking about a baby crib? see, i'm just confused.
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I don’t think it’s possible to truly hate the person that gave you life.
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excellent ending. i guess it could be seen as a tad cliche, but i think it works well here, especially considering the strength of the narrator's voice. i think everything else is kinda blown out of the water by that, know what i mean? thanks for the evocative read, kitty.