So when I was a little kid my family would be happy, go on trips, Disney Land, etc. but.... as I grew older I started to see the dark side of my family (I have 1 brother, 2 sisters, mom, and dad) little by little our life started to crack and shatter like a mirror it was something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but there was something off.
As an older child you must or would have to take care of your siblings and relatives but I wasn't doing that, the matter of fact my whole life I've been the youngest child In my family. But I was always self-centered, shy, a shut-in, and cold hearted. Don't get me wrong its not bad it was just a habit I had when I was young. I didn't care much for my family until......(next chapter)
Well until my dad lost his job and he mostly got drunk, he drank 13 bottles of beer in one day. Ok let's get to the part you all want, well until my dad got mad at my mom so let's start from the beginning. My mom just got off of work she was tired, grumpy, and mean, so she just woke up from her nap and so she walked into the kitchen looking for something to drink (mind you I was on the couch with my siblings watching a cartoon movie) but little did she know my dad was in the kitchen drunk and slobbery. My mom didn't notice my dad that's until she opened the door to the freezer (on the top) and knocked his tequila off his hand. Obviously he got mad they started arguing and yelling. I could hear them from behind the couch and I was crying because I was the youngest. So my dad got a little over his limit and got a gun from under the stove and couldn't control his body but he shot a bullet near my moms foot (he didn't shoot her) and fell down, My mom yelled like she actually got shot but she didn't thank god, Then she yelled at my brother to call the cops and that came within 3 minutes (we live near a police station) and they arrested him for 10 years I was 3 years old at the moment. And we never saw him.