The rain hit the roof as I lay there in silence. The only thing I can count for tomorrow is puddles and humid air. Dad hasnt been home on time since February, and mom works all dad. She doesnt get out until after ten PM, but it doesnt bother me until I come home to an empty house. I do my chores and get dinner ready. The boys, Jacob and Aidan, ride the bus home from track practice every day. On weekends dad doesnt leave until noon, so I wake up early to play our daily game of chess. By the time the boys get up, dad is already in the truck and down the road. Mom leaves at four in the morning, three hours before me, but I stay up late at night so we can talk. We dont do much. We just watch TV and talk. None of us are very close, but we have fun. I usually leave to my room when the boys get home. The blanket over my window keeps it dark, so I have small wall lights around the room. I have four, each having a different meaning to me. Theres an owl, a butterfly, a wolf, and ladybug.
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Yes I know its trash, but its from a few years ago, and I want to keep it somewhere other than paper.
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symbols of the heart for the mind
AcakI write this like 5 years ago and just found it today while cleaning out my bedroom so theres that lol
