• I awoke to the sounds of the squeaky steps outside of my bedroom. I grimaced. My father came in. Thinking That I was sleeping, He quietly touched my cheek and sat on my bed. I tried to look as realistic as I could, But with me not very good with roleplaying, i did my best. Then I heard my mother quietly calling after him. Relucenlty, he got up, and went downstairs. I knew this was the last time I'd ever see him. I quietly sobbed, and eventually fell asleep.
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    I woke up, again later that day. I didn't know what time it was, but I didn't care. I quickly tossed on a T-shirt and some jeans. I ran downstairs. i looked for my mom. She was quietly humming in the kitchen. As if nothing was wrong.
    But something was. My father was constantly drinking. He abused my mother. That's why, he got sent off. Far away, Where they would take me away from him.