Two: packing

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I step outside of the bathroom. By now my dad is already at work and my mom is watching tv. I head to my room, taya was still there asleep. I wake her up nicely
Hey taya wake up I said nicely. Taya looks like she's tried but yet ready to start the day. I said to her that we need to pack up and to go to sleep early. She's says ok but goes downstairs to the tv to see some cartoons. Meanwhile I pack, I pick my clothes, money, shoes, books, anything that will fit my backpack. It's already evening and taya has came back I ask her to pack. Taya says that she needs help as I help her. When I was done helping her I here a crash downstairs.
Taya stay here mom isn't herself again. Has I went downstairs to see what happened. I see my mom with a bottle of wine and the wine bottle is smashed on the ground. So that was the crash sound I heard, I say to myself. My mom is the fridge taking out everything that is bad to her. She must be having another episodes again I thought to myself. My mom is bipolar and doesn't take her medication and has episodes daily. This isn't healthy for her or the fact that her husband hits her, takes her freedom away and is sad most of the time. I feel bad for her my mom looks at me and doesn't look happy at all she looks miserable. I go upstairs to taya and she asks if I can play with her I say yes. We played until dad gets back and I start to hear yelling. Dad is probably yelling about his wine being on the ground and glass bottle pieces on the ground. Then I start to hear crying it's my mom crying I just know it. Then my dad yells at my mom for not making dinner when he gets home from work. My mom doesn't really cook a lot, instead we eat what me and taya can find in the fridge. Then I hear footsteps and a slam from a door. My dad probably did it but theirs no time to wait I need to help mom clean up a mess downstairs. When I get downstairs my mom is on the couch watching tv and just wants peace and quiet. But instead she doesn't get that because dad is always cusses at the other tv upstairs when he watch's sports. I start to clean up the mess and carefully pick up the glass because I don't want to cut myself. Then I see what's in the fridge but nothing was really good. I went upstairs and told taya to go to bed and don't put on pajamas. I set a alarm for me and taya to wake up at 12:00am. I hope my plan works out.

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