When I watch the rain falling from my window, every thing looks different. Nothing seems complete anymore. Ever since Dad left a few weeks ago, things haven't been the same. Now, Mom is always drinking, yelling and throwing things. Home just isn't a place I want to be anymore.
I can't help but think that I am the reason why my Dad left. That I'm the reason my home is a broken one. Maybe I asked for things too much. Didn't listen enough, maybe I was disobedient. I blame myself.
It's my own fault Mom is acting this way. Bring home different men every night. It's hard to go to sleep at night, because there's always noise coming from her room. It isn't easy for me to see her constantly drunk and in a rage. She hasn't been taking things easy. …
