My heart stings; I am torn. I went to do my digital homework at Dad’s house from Mom’s. As I finished my younger sister Emily came over from the next door neighbors house crying because her friend was mad at her. I helped her dry her tears and clean her shirt that had dirt on it. So she called Mom but couldn’t get a hold of her. So she called Dad on his cell. He came home from the party he was at and took care of Emily. Then he asked me when Mom was supposed to pick us up. I said that I didn’t know and I would call her when I was done. Then Dad called Mom and thought that she was not being a responsible parent. Mom called me and had an infuriated voice on, saying that she had specifically said to call her and that I was giving misleading information. After the talk she gave me she said that she would be right over and hung up without saying goodbye. I was stung, my heart burning. I cried. Dad held me and all I said was, she didn’t even say goodbye. No goodbyes.

When she picked us up we had a lecture where she kept indirectly blaming us. And every time that we tried to tell her that we were sorry she would snap that she did not ask for an apology. I cry, and cry, and cry. Where is the mother who loved us before she needed to protect herself? I asked her why she was so upset. She just said she was ashamed. I am hurt, I say. She snaps. I AM HURT TOO. DO YOU THINK THAT I DONOT GET HURT? I tell her that she does not have to hurt us just because she is hurt. She just stares. She doesn’t even say I love you. No goodbyes.