• I hated my parents at this point. My dad, because he just had to leave us. He was always a great father; playing catch with me (even though I was a short bouncing girl), having a great job at a fancy corporation but still coming home with so much time for myself and Janet (mom). But then, when my mother found out she was pregnant again, he left without a note. At first my mother begged for him to come back for me, or for the baby to come. He refused. Apparently, now he was in Vegas with his slutty girlfriend (Shelby).
    I hated my mother because she wanted to leave this house full of memories. Don't get me wrong, I felt terribly for my mother. After my father left I could feel she was in pain every day. There wasn't a night where I didn't hear her crying herself to sleep. It didn't take me long to realize that she was cutting herself.
    One rainy day in the middle of the winter, I felt as if I needed to do something about this problem instead of watching my mother be degraded to nothing.
    "Why don't we move, mom?" I suggested in my small squeak I had required from the loss of my father. She gave me a small sigh in response and as she thought, tear rolled down her cheeks.