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"Stop acting so stupid. You just didn't want to help me like always!"
The smell of burnt food was one of the many fumes that could be inhaled throughout the residence that could only house 2 but was a home to four. Distinctively, a scent of alcohol frequently lingered through the halls and haunted the residents besides the one that brought in the liquor.
A little girl sat on a tiled floor with tears dampening her face. Her broken crayons that colored a disfigured animal in a bright yellow on a piece of paper sat at her feet. The child had been trying to replicate the creature she'd sworn she had seen galloping outside their window, but in doing so, she'd gotten distracted from keeping an eye on their dinner on the stove.
Standing in front of her, steam pouring out of her ears, her older sister who didn't care to peer down at the drawing. It was a Griffin. But she was to preoccupied with the worry of their dinner that was now charred. She stepped away to finish laundry and tasked the little girl with telling her when the bread had finished grilling.
"I'm sorry Dari.."
"You're not! You keep doing this! Do you even care at all that we're gonna be eating this tonight?" She lifted up the coal-black texture of the food and dangled it in front of her face.
The little girl never meant to get distracted. But she couldn't help it. Unbeknownst to the two girls, she had severe ADHD that never allowed her to focus on something for very long no matter how hard she tried.
Continuing to weep, the 6 year old watched as her sister stepped over to their couch where their mother laid, passed out in a drunken daze. She carefully removed a beer bottle from her loose grip while picking up other miscellaneous glasses.
Walking back over to the girl on the cold floor, she harshly tossed out the trash and spoke "Drea, how do you think you'll ever do anything if you have the brain of a goldfish?" She was scolding her yet still keeping the house running at the same time.
In her phase of throwing things out, the older girl quickly leaned over to pick up and crumble the paper where her sister had drawn a silly outline of some deformed animal. This is what she chose over their dinner? How dumb.
The tiniest girl was still sat with her knees against her chest, back to a wall, when a back door could be heard being opened and quickly shut again as footsteps followed.
"And where the hell have you been?" The eldest child barked at him.
