Monday, January 31, 2011
chapter 4
Hunger. i knew this feeling better then almost anything.for years father tryed to help me with mother but i knew after all these years father wasnt able to change mothers mind about anything. stealing food was my only means of geting any food. i know i would be forsed to throw up the food. the day at the rusian river i knew mother was planing somthing but i would have never thought mother would go so far as to make me eat my brothers soiled diper.the day mother made me swollow amonoia was the day i lost all respect for father. i knew me and him were slipping away even farther.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
chapter 3
i would sit in my room at night wondering when my mother would come in my room screaming at me. i knew in mothers eyes i was a "bad boy". i was sit there thinkning to myself thank god father was home. i knew mother wouldnt do anything when father was home. in my eyes father was my protecter. when mother told me i was being held back in school i couldnt figure out why. when school started back up it was nice being in class with my little brother. i know when i get home i was going back to hell. the day mother put my arm in the fire in the stove i knew i was going to find out what hell was really like.
Friday, January 14, 2011
chapter 2
i never felt safer then when i was in mothers arms. When father left for work mother would pile me and my brothers in the family car and take us on cite seeing trips around the city. When father had to work 24 hour shifts mother would take us on day and over night trips. When we was all home together i remember the smell that would pass threw the house. the smell of mothers cooking. The holidays were the best. decorating the tree and one of us kids would be alowed to put the the star on the tree.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
chapter one
free? i didnt even know what the word ment. i felt i would always be under mothers control. i knew no matter what i would always be a "bad boy" in mothers eyes. It felt good haveing a little bit of food in my stomach. i wish i could go back to be able to thank my teachers for puting there jobs on the line just to save me.
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