I've always thought of home as a place where you sleep or just a place where you lock the door on the way out. I never really realized that home is more then a house, it's more than a place to rest your eyes, more than a place you lock up at night, home, it's, well it's a place where you feel safe, a place you never want to leave.
My house.
My house was never a home.
My addict of a mom and my alcoholic step dad made it hard to call my house a home.
I will have officially put up with this place for 15 years on Wednesday, and honestly I never expected my birthday to go the way it did.
But then again, you never do see the bad things coming. Until they do.
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To Be Home.
Non-FictionNatalie was young, but she was far from stupid. When her step-dad spirals out of control for the last time, she is left on her own. She figures she would be better off without them, but she doesn't know just how dangerous and chaotic this world real...
