My Story

The day of my fifth birthday my grandpa died. My dad got a call during the drive to school and he suddenly started crying. I was super surprised 'cause I had never seen him cry before and I thought I never would . I piped up and said,"Daddy are you okay?" . He explode and and got super mad at me that was the first time that I was ever actually scared of him.

Over the next three years things slowly escalated and I eventually grew to hate him more than I had ever hated a person and I still do even though our family is supposedly happy and normal . My mother stood up to him at first when he yelled at me but she stopped and just gave up on me . It was always the little things that I got in trouble for , like forgetting to feed the dog, or waking up late .

Every morning my brother and I woke to h ear the screaming that soon became a morning ritual that symbolized another day in he'll. My brother was much more scared than I so I learned to take care of him even though he was 18 months older than me.