Once again we moved.My mom,sister and brother (oh yeah and that guy that left us once so far) moved super far away from my dad and the rest of my family.The guy acted like nothing went wrong.I did not at all like this house,I did not at all like this guy.He was always away on work trips (or at least thats what he told us).He would be gone away for weeks which I mean I was totally fine with that. I noticed that when he did come back to the house he would always fight with my mom.When ever he screamed at my mom I felt like punching him,but I didn't.
When I was at my dads we went to my soon to be step brothers baseball game and found out my soon to be step mom was pregnant with twins.At first I didn't know how to take it but after a while I got used to it.Yet I still didn't know if I would still be my dads child(I mean genetically I will always be my dads) but come on ya know what I mean.I guess i'm just being silly but its just reasons that I kinda think this.After months the twins were born,they were boys but its all okay because there my little blessings.Everything was pretty settle at the moment........but I never got to comfortable.
One afternoon when I was waiting for my mom to come home I looked outside and I seen a truck and then the guy that left us got out of the truck with his brother and walked into the house.All I could do was stand there and stare for I knew what was happening.....He left and took things,I seen my mom come home and scream and cry and I stood.I was not shocked but just okay.Later that evening I found out he was cheating and though my mom kept calling him and screaming I was quite happy.I could not really understand things but I tried.
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The journal of Grace
Randomhey everyone.This is my very first story on wattpad so excuse me if its terrible.I hope you guys kinda like it so yeah guys.bye^^