Hello! So this a story I thought about and im not sure if it will turn out great..... but lets just hope it will! It's kinda based on a true story but made some changes to it sooo yeah. Hope you enjoy this story :)
I was only 7 then. I didn't know anything about my father or what he did. So i didn't really bothered with that. For all i know, he loves me, my mum and my little sister, Lisa. Lisa and I don't really fight. If we do, we won't talk to each other for almost a week. But, nah..... we seldom fight. It'll either be just small arguments over who's getting in the bathroom first.
I was in kindergarten. Mum will always send me to school. She's a busy woman. After sending me to my kindergarten school, she would go back home and cook lunch, mop the floor. Well literally she would just clean the whole house when she gets back home after sending me. At times, she would go to the Grocery store and buy us some snacks. I love her for that. Besides, after carrying me and my sister for 9 months, how can i not love her?
Mum is fine. But what i kept thinking about as days go by, was my dad. Lately, he's been coming home late and every time when he gets home around midnight, I could hear mum and dad fighting. Dad's loud roaring voice strucked me each time i get to sleep. Was dad keeping things from us?
