LAYING DOWN IN MY BED, waiting for my mom to come in from work. I tried to nod off but I usually just stayed awake to make sure she made it home safely and everything.
"Baby, I'm home!" she yelled for my dad to hear, as she put down her belongings.
I jumped up from my bed and walk down the hallway to go downstairs.
"Why the fuck are you coming home so late?" he asked.
"It's not even late, so please don't start," she said while putting her food in the fridge.
"I'm not starting shit!" he yelled.
"Can you stop yelling?! Kiran is sleeping" she said to him.
"NO FUCK THAT!" he yelled again.
My dad was always insecure when it came to my mom. It was a point in her life when she was depressed from him leaving us. She would be up for the nights, thinking of ways to bring money into the house. He went to jail for a drug charge when I was the age of 6, and he got out when I was eleven. Our relationship hasn't been good. I use to be his little princess but that changed over time.
As I walked along the rail of the stairs I could see him walking at a fast pace to the kitchen.
"YOU WERE NOT AT WORK FOR THAT FUCKING LONG! JUST SAY THAT YOU WERE OUT FUCKING!" He banged the countertop every time he said a word.
"YOU THE ONE WHO SITS IN HERE ON YOUR ASS 24/7 BEING A DAMN DRUG DEALER!" she yelled.
"I'm sick of this! I'm over tolerating you degrading me in front of my daughter and other people." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she yelled.
He tried to grab her arm to comfort her but she pulled away.
"GRAB ALL OF YOUR SHIT AND SELL YOUR BULLSHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!" she snapped her fingers to grab his attention as he was stuck in one spot in his thoughts.
"YOU ABOUT TO KICK ME OUT THIS LATE?!" he yelled.
"Yeah because I can't look or deal with foolishness no more! Get the fuck out." She pointed at the door.
"Man, I can't grab my stuff at least-" he said as rubs his hands down his face.
"I'LL PUT ALL YOUR SHIT ON THE CURVE. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT," she told him again.
He grabbed his phone off the table and stormed out the door.
She dropped to her knees and broke down in the middle of the kitchen. I slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen to hug her.
She looked up at me and wiped her face.
"I won't let you see or deal with that no more." She grabbed my hand and smiled.
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