I remember when we were back home we used to hate it there, we felt trapped, unable to have freedom. My mother had passed on and my father was a smoker, drinker and a gambler. He didn't care for us instead made us stay home trapped within the four walls of our rooms unable to go anywhere. And sometimes he would even abuse us physically by hitting us repeatedly with a crowbar. Sometimes, when he comes home drunk he will pass out on the floor! So my sister would drag him to his room plopping him onto his bed. Now I recall everything!....... (read the next chapter to find out what had happened )
