What will happen when your mom leaves you because she can't stand life with your dad.
Or when your friend ditches after a long friendship.
Or when you suddenly discover that you have an uncle out of no where.
Maybe your whole life was a joke.
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The smell of burned porridge, shouting mother, and crying sister interrupted my sleep.
" YOU IDIOT, THIS WAS THE LAST BAG OF OATS WE HAD AND HERE YOU ARE WASTING IT, NOW TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO FEED THE LITTLE ONES, AND HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD TO NEVER MISS WITH MY KITCHEN"
This shouting is very regular in our house, it just comes with the package:P. And lol, what kitchen my mom is talking about, it is just a side table next to my bed; some days i would wake up having mysterious burns that end up the result of someone cooking next to my bed.
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MY BED :D
Back to the topic...
I jumped out of my bed, rubbing my heavy eyes and walked toward the fight
"whats wrong?" i yawned
"JUST LOOK AT YOU..."
"MOM ENOUGH WITH SHOUTING, cant we have a civil ed conversation over here"
This daily routine of shouting is bugging me a lot for you cant move an inch in this house without being shout at. Everything happening around me was usual except for my sister's, Liv, crying. I walked toward her " what happened?" i asked with the sweetest voice i have.
"it was all my fault" she whispered. I hugged her, since i knew she didn't nothing wrong. I really blame my father's crazy decisions that lead us into here. Because if his egoistic self my princess, Liv, had to work from early age and most importantly she didnt have the chance to attend school and live a decent life. When i was Liv's age, 8, i was so spoiled that my parents didn't allow me to lift a spoon. Now, Liv works from 6 in the morning until dawn in a horrible place. My sister works in our neighbor's farm, she harvest plants and take care of them. Later on, she would go to farmers market to sell what she harvested. At the end of the day she gets a decent amount of money that allows us to buy the porridge ingredients of the day. I have three year old twins Devan, and Devon. My mom works in a local grocery store to get my father's drinks money :) As for me I am not allowed to work because my father says so. For him, I am the jewel that is supposed to be protected rather than harmed. I had many fights with my parents about the whole working issues and what will we benefit if i worked, i even promised my father to get him extra drinks but he always rejects it. Seriously, i dont understand how a drunk man can still have feelings for his "jewel :)". I tried sneaking out of house once to search or job, but my father caught me. From that day he would never leave the house until he locks me up in the house. Even though we cant afford food, my father takes my twin brothers to a babysitter so that i relax at home :').
For once in my life i asked my father about all this 'no working' issue, he was drunk and he started saying weird things. What i got from him is that he locks me at home because of the famous fairy tale "RAPUNZEL ". According to him he want his jewel to live a fairy tale like Rapunzel and i have my prince charming come to save me from our house:'). Sometimes he would ask me to stand by the window and open my very long hair but the problem is we didnt have a window. So now we have this so called window above my bed that he had to break our wall. And the funniest thing is that i have short hair :).
I was so lost in my thoughts about my crazy life, when i suddenly heard the front door being locked. Nice, now i have another boring day alone in our so called house.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow, i have grown up and i am now an author. To be honest i dont have a story running in my mind i just wrote this bc i was bored.
Please tell me what you think, this is my first writing beside my school writing that im forced to write.
And i wont be sad if u didnt like it, it is just that every person has different liking.
