Monday, February 14, 2011
chapter 6
father spent less and less time at home after the "accident". i still thought of father as my protecter but day by day i was loseing that feeling. i knew father was a beaten man. His once jet black hair was gray. Water was my only source of survival. i remember mother makeing me go around moming yards to make "her" money. insted of money one lady made me a lunch and sent me on my way i knew mother would have though i broke into her house and made it myself. i should have threw it away before i got home
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your father is trash.have why you looked at him as your hero this whole time. Im the one who you little bastard. Im the one who has been here for you. You better get prepared for next summer, theres grass to be cut you little bastard. your father doesnt care for none of us, thats y he left. you need that food more than i do,you should have ate it when she gave it to you.
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