Chapter two

I remember all the good memories and times that we shared as a family before mom got sick. Even though we only have a 2 bedroom house and we are always running out of room to put stuff she always was able to make life fun. All the trips that we made to the Golden Gate Bridge while dad was working and the trips that we went on to the park down the street on nice warm spring days when mom would pack us a family picnic and after us kids got done eating they would lay beside each other on the blanket and watch us play. i never thought that things would ever get so bad like they are now. Mother and I use to get along, i could tell that she loved me and my brothers and dad, but now i don't think she still loves me. I really miss all the good days around here, like when it was Christmas time when we would all get in the car and drive around to see all the lights and decorations in our neighborhood. Sometimes i find myself still trying to figure out what I did to make her so mad at me and why does she think that she can keep getting away with it. i guess ill just have to keep trying not to get her mad at me so i won't have to play anymore of her games and wait to see what happens in the end. I hope someone out there is trying to figure out a way to help me.