This is a story of the time when my childhood ended and how it ended and why it ended.
My dad was barley home because he would work and come home late. Sometimes come home drunk...
Lets go out!
My mom would come visit us everyday before work and on her free days, she would take us out.
One night my dad came home drunk and asked us to go out with him. My sisters told him no and I did too. When we told him no, he started to cry and it was the first time ever in my life seeing my dad cry. I did not feel bad at all knowing he was drinking.
Please lets go out...
After that happened, I realized that no one was the same ever since my parents started fighting a lot because that brought us to fighting with each other as well. I knew I wasn´t the same and less joyful.
CAN YOU TWO STOP FIGHTING?
STOP FIGHTING? HOW ABOUT STAY OUT OF IT!
YOUŔE SO ANNOYING SHUT UP!
Things started to get better once my mom finally found an apartment and we all moved back with her. It may sound that things weren´t the same anymore because we were not with our mom, but that is where I realized its been like that since they were fighting in the old house.
It wasn´t the same at all with all of us because of what we witnessed for the past year.
We moved back with our mom the summer before school started. Things did start to improve and change a little. My dad stayed where he was at and we still saw him every weekend from there.
The day my parents had separated because all of the fighting was the day my childhood was over. Realizing all these problems made me think about my future and how I will go through even more of my own problems when I am older. Its scary to think about the future now. I cannot ignore them anymore like when I was a child.