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Laughter? Haven't heard that in years. I knew I was still dreaming, some things were blurry I saw myself (my younger self) laughing as my mother (my real mother) threw me in the air gently and my dad just starring at us and smiling, I had what people call a "happy" family. I lived in a small house by the mountains, my dad was a carpenter and my mom was a jewler. We were in so much dept, and my dad struggled to make atleast $400,000 a month but the least he could make was $68 a week. 

One day my mom and dad got into a fight when I was 3 I never knew what it was about, but everyday they got into fights over and over and over,until...my dad snapped. My bleed with water I couldn't control my tears, never in my life would I thought I would see my dad slap my mom, over what? I never knew. 

On my 4th birthday, they didn't remembered it so I locked myself in my bedroom closet with one of our family potraits, crying and just thinking "What happened to my happy family?" my life got worst from that moment. The day after I met my mom drinking and my dad was out, she started to hit me and treat me bad, everday I was left with a mark to remind me of my awefull moments.One day I couldn't take it anymore, I had to call the Social Service dept. they locked up my  mom for child abuse and my dad was no where to be found, and as for me, I was sent to an orphan.

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