'Mum', I screamed as I ran down the stairs fully anticipating the usual excuse of 'im busy' or 'not right now'. But this time she had hit a new low, she couldn't even be bothered to do that: all she did was turn the page, sip her coffee and ignore me all over again.
My mum and I have never really got along, but it was always okay since I was so close with my dad. With my dad it was easy, we could talk without judgment and banter like best friends: Even if we didn't always understand what the other was going though we tried our best to put ourselves in each others shoes. I wish I could say that for how we are now. I really loved him. That's right Loved, past tense.
It's like all of a sudden a lightbulb switched off and he disappeared into the darkness. Not literally but it was almost like he was hiding, not just from me but from everything.
