Today (november 9 2021) I realized that I never really knew my father, instead there was a stranger. This stranger would always yell at my siblings and my mom and I. He was always mean and slept a lot, he would always be drunk. He never really cared about us; it was scary. Later in my life when the stranger left my house. We still had to visit him sometimes. He would tell us all sorts of things that children aren't supposed to hear. He would also tell us that he was always drunk because of his childhood #not#an#excuse seriously not. We could never fight back cause if we did we would get spanked. Then we would be with a sore butt tear stained face and a throbbing heart. There was no winning so it was best to let him yell at us.
The hope of this book is to be relatable and to help people overcome struggles. I know this was a very short chapter but the hope is for the chapters to get longer as I keep writing. Thanks for reading.
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The Stranger In My House
Sonstigesthis book is about the stranger in my house and a lot of parts ranging from a paragraph to a few pages about the Stranger, these are real stories in my life. Oh and the "Stranger" is my biological father.
