August 18th
It was a tragic day when I got kicked out of the home I thought was mine.
"You are a terrible daughter! Never show your face again." She scremed, her voice echoing through the walls.
I looked at her, the tears running down my face, becoming a never-ending puddle.
"Mom...I can explain. Can we just talk?" I uttered desperately.
"No, leave. Pack your bags and leave." She yelled, even louder than before.
I ran to my room and packed my bags looking at the objects that I will never see again.
The house I'll never see again.
As I leave I see my dad knocked out on the couch downstairs, all those work hours for our comfortable life.
Guilt consumed me.
I left my house, it was a luxurious one with big walls and stunning marble covering the floors.
My mom stared at me with the same glare as last time, watching me leave.
I walked not knowing where to go.
I might as well go to his house.
It was all because of that, I had to go through this.
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