Piece by piece, I pick up my stuff, tears filling my eyes as I remember my father's words
"You've graduated now, don't forget our agreement. You need to get out of here. Bring your mother with you too."
It's not the time to even be kicking anybody out. It's not the time to travel even. How could he think of kicking someone out like this. But he did. I have a few days to gather my items.
My sisters don't wish to live with father anymore as well. But even they can't handle leaving the house now, much more so that they already have classes to worry about, what more time do they need to spare for packing?
Father will not take care of them if I and mother were not in the house. If anything, they'll need to take care of him on top of managing the house. Much like what I experienced when he first kicked my mother out of the house. They do not need to experience the years of stress I experienced until my college years. They already have enough on their thoughts. They don't need that kind of mental stress. None of us do. He claims he suffered? Does he ever think of anyone but himself? Does he think there would still be someone who would welcome him back into the house? Even the dogs bark at him now.
The time we finally have a mother again yet he again kicks her out of the house when she did nothing wrong besides try to speak from our side of things. And now that I finally speak back at him, I'm kicked out too. I worry too much about my sisters. I worry how they would adjust to everything, from moving to a new house to having to suffer on top of their online classes.
For now I'll just cry while I finish my packing
is this real? or a fiction? i feel sad reading this..