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When your parent's mess up,you have to carry that weight

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When your parent's mess up,you have to carry that weight.
Parents don't realise how much they hurt you until it's too late.

That's why I'm in this Uber on my way to my uncle and aunt for 2 weeks.

I stare out the window imagining myself in a very dramatic music video where the girl is being forced to go live with her relatives which she doesn't know and she's leaving her dying and alcoholic mother two hours away from where she is now.

I thought it matches my state right now. And to top this off I'm gonna be bankrupt by the time I even arrive at my aunt's because I bribed the Uber driver to drive me to a whole different city. I told him not to worry and that I'll rate him 5 stars. Problem solved.

We take a turn onto a gravel road with an arched sign towering above us.
The Hurters♡
That is so aunt Maryn.

For as far as I can see,I see nothing but nature surrounding me. I'm gonna have to excercise my best country accent to fit in.

Now don't get me wrong,I grew up on a farm and I know all the cultures of living in the country but it's been a while but I've decided I'm making it my personality for the time being cause that's all that I've got going for me.

We drive by a white fenced paddock with multiple well-groomed horses roaming inside of it and cows and bulls roaming freely on the tall grass. Their mouths filled with fodder.

I can already see me having to dig for spare change because of this rough terrain. But I guess this is what you call Uber Premium.

We pull up to a vintage styled home with a very big porch that seems welcoming. On the far end of the house is a barn with the classic red barn doors and I can see a lake poking its head out from behind the house.

My Uber driver pulls up to the parking space filled with way too many trucks. A dark blue Ford F150, a white GMC Sierra and a black Chevrolet Silverado.
It makes the cab we are driving in feel like a tuck-tuck.

The crunching of the pebbles under the cab's tires come to a halt. The driver takes a sharp breath and I make sure I get out the car as soon as possible before he wants more of my money.

As my feet touch the ground the driver is already busy backing up. I quickly pull out all of my luggage from the backseat and I throw the heap of dollar bills through the window onto his lap.
"Thank you so much!" I shout after the driver as he is already halfway down the road leaving me in a cloud of dust.

I pat my shirt clean and turn around to take the scenery in around me. Beautiful mountains far behind the house and the scorching sun beating down on me.

I walk up towards the house with my suitcase struggling to glide on the pebbles. I step on the porch and I make sure to dust off my shoes. Staring at the oak frontdoor I brace myself and knock.
To 2 weeks of my life where I can be normal for once.

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