Short Essay 1 Draft
I sat in the car waiting for my mom to come outside and
leave with us. But she keeps going back in the house. Why they keep screaming
at each other and she keeps threatening to leave. It’s the same thing that
happens every holiday and birthday. He gets too drunk and acts like an asshole.
She gets mad and starts a fight. That’s how it always goes. But this time it was
different. This time he was extra mean. Extra vicious. I don’t usually get
scared when they fight anymore. Me and my sisters just keep doing what we were doing
and act like we don’t hear them all the way downstairs. The stairs act as an imaginary
border holing back any sound of the yelling and cursing that we may hear.
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