Bad times ahead
I'm used to the screaming.
Marco fell asleep an hour before it started. I envy him. I hate that I can't fall asleep as easily as him.
Mom and Dad always fought. For as long as I can remember, every day was a fight. This time thing it started with the bills, but then it became about his drinking.
Dad plays games when he drinks. He likes playing games with me.
Most of the games have me blindfolded.
I don't like those games
Dad screams something at Mom and slammed the door. I heard the car start and Mom cry.
I hope he doesn't get hurt.
I don't want dad to miss our birthday.
So that wasn't really sad but more tragic. But uh yeah. It's from Madi's point of view. Sorry for the lack of art.
