I am seventeen years old; I shouldn’t have to be worried about all the things around me. I should be worried about if I got my homework done or what I am going to wear tomorrow to school, not if my parents are going to fight tonight or if I am going to have food in the house. I definitely shouldn’t worry if I will get a phone call from the jail to tell me that my father is there again.
I just want to be a normal teenager, play sports, hang out with friends, and go to school. I hate the fact that I never know what is going to happen next. I wish that all my worries would go away, and I could go back to being myself.
I truthfully wish that I could help my mom out, she does everything she can for us, and we do nothing in return. I know she that she is trying to stay tough for her family, but I know deep down inside she desires help she needs help. I just wish that I could do something, and that my sister would do something.
Since I’ve told Larry (my dad) that I never wanted to see him again, he’s went back to his brainless ways. Ever since I could remember he was never there, he was always in and out of prison, not being there for my brother and I. I’m not saying that I want to see him again or talk to him again, but I want him to be there for my brother when he needs him. Maybe giving him a second chance will help him turn around and go back to being sober and clean.
I’m very upset with myself that I can’t help my mom, that my father is pretty much a low life bum. There’s not much that I can do to help but I will surely try to do everything in my power to help.
