Broken Home ~C.H.~
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Von heute auf morgen war alles anders.
Ich hatte wieder einen Streit von meinen Eltern mitbekommen. Sie beschimpften sich, mein Vater schlug meine Mutter, sie schrie.
Meine Mutter sagte einmal zu mir, wenn ich sowas mitkriegen sollte, soll ich mich einfach in meinem Zimmer einschließen und bis zum nächsten Morgen nicht mehr raus kommen.
Ich hörte wie immer auf sie, wie immer.
Doch jetzt war wirklich alles anders, ich wurde älter und größer, ich hätte mich gegen meinen Vater wehren können. Doch ich tat es nie..
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