I never knew where my father was, he was never seen in the slightest by the time I got home, i don't know where he was? And my mother who doesn't seem to care and doesn't want to know where her husband is going all day, whether she sleeps at work, or she sleeps with the others, doesn't seem like she's going to think about it like everything's going to be okay. My mom always wanted to show that she was always fine in front of me, but I've grown up mom, I've grown up, I've been on par with my high school first graders, it's just my little body but I'm old enough to understand this, I hope mom and dad can hear my little conscience, and for my brother who always doesn't care about this.
After all the unbearable emotions, and my mind was in disarray, I bravely went to my mother's bedroom door and wanted to ask "Where's mom?" ,My mom just shut up and said nothing to me, maybe after this I'd feel dad's absence in life or maybe she'd think it was just temporary, and think she'd be back home tomorrow, the day after or when she's starving or running out of clothes. , is that what a mother thought. or because they've been together for a long time or vice versa, she actually feels very screwed up but doesn't want to make her family worry about this. Tomorrow I'm going back to this house, is that what i'm thinking? I don't know which one I don't care about. Or she's got a problem right now, we don't know, I can only wait now just like mom.
Two days later, dad hasn't come back and these two days I haven't heard that weird knock that's behind this old door, did you do that? Then why would he do that in the middle of the night and in every morning? What I saw was actually my dad and my dad signaling that I was leaving the house because this wasn't my family? Whether what's with me is actually a zombie or a human experiment that's not actually human but ah it's impossible to think what I'm doing, it's really weird to think like that.
