I was 5 years old at the time. I lived with my mother and father. And my 2 year old younger brother. We live in a normal sized house with a above ground swimming pool in the backyard. We had a beagle named buddy. Things seemed to be going smoothly. But then, there was a change to everything. I remember waking up to screaming and yelling, and banging. My parents would fight every night. My brother would scream and cry, and I would always walk into the kitchen to see them arguing. I was too young to understand what it was about. As any 5 year old kid, I was scared. Things seemed to get worse, and worse, and worse. I was always a daddy's girl. My mom had been in the hospital for a while after having my baby brother. It was flu season, so they weren't aloud to be released from the hospital for a long period of time. I remember my dad used to take me to this one park. And we used to always listen to the same song over and over again. "What I like about me" was the title. When my mom and brother go out of the hospital, things were alright. Until the fighting began. As I said earlier. We eventually moved in with me grandparents. I was still only 5 at the time. For the next to years, things went pretty good. My dad still lived in our old house, so on the weekends me and my brother would go stay with him. Until I was about 7, then he couldn't pay for the house alone anymore so he had to go find somewhere els to live. After her moved, me and my brother didn't see him as much. We had to go to this certain place to see him. We only had about an hour to spend time with him. And years went on, we saw him a lot less. He would never call to come get us, or even just call to check on us. He even forgot my 11th birthday. Things got tough as I got older. I still never really understood why we lived with my grandparents, or why me and my father never talked anymore. My mother and grandparents started fighting. No one ever got along in that house.
