the real me if u wanna know

after we were uprooted

We moved back to mobridge with my brothers dad. My brother is older than me three years apart to be spot on. His name is mattaiuas tai for short. He was there through all of it. He didn't make it better only worse. But anyways back to what I was saying. We moved in with his dad and it was good for a long time. I was 8 when we first moved with him. We went to church every sunday. Everybody started to like me again thing were going great but then again my mom sliped but into her old habits alcoholism. It effect there relationship because soon after he slipped into it too. Sad but true very true. Now being older I cried more when he hit her. Understanding it more than before it hurt so bad l. I woke up to the sound of boom on cement again and again... I'm sorry I need to take a breather. OK I'm back. But this time this time I would not stand for it I couldn't sit back and watch so I ran out and screamed. You can't do this to me you need to stop. He turned to me and he said fuck off and slapped me. (Of course he was drunk but does mean it hurt less no) As I woke up from being knocked out I was at my grandma's house my mom was in the other room crying and talking to grandma I thought she was saying we're leaving but no she said I don't know how to have her keep this a secret. He was drunk when he did it he didn't mean it l. There is where my heart crumble to piece and I cried myself back to sleep... nobody was there to know or care. We stayed with him until he decided to leave my mom since she wasn't going to. Little did I know past that point she would never be the same.