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that the chunks of food be removed from the plate. It doesn't. And I soon become frustrated. "Do you m

practically had to raise myself, clean, cook, just to keep going. That was hi

in mood to be doing this. I dry my hands before I grab my bags and storm t

is pale, dry, skin. I almost can't believe this is him. He's changed so much. No longer does he wear a smile on his face, no lo

coff and gesture to the empty beer bottle an

istic laugh slips my lips, "You do realize

e, Ronnie. Just go to your room."

trap of my bag, "Pathetic," I mutter before

convince myself to not go charging back into that room. To not scream till my voice give

lways was. We're both stubborn, thick headed, and just.. Shut off when it comes to em

nd off everything and just focus on the strokes of my brush and the picture that appears on the paper. It relaxes me for a while till

I wash off any paint on me and put on a clean white spaghetti strap with my black jeans and my

ashion sense. My wardrobe consist of jeans, T-shirts, and combat boots. I don't wear a lot of makeup. I don't even wear jewelry. Well,

exit my room and find my Father in the same plac

in the mood. I think the one t

n that I don't know about? Clearly. I sigh, "Is there somethin

rugs. "Go find o

he help." I'm already out of the house befo

glowing fire. The only source of light right n

a who sports a unfamiliar smile on his face. He jokes, t

, this isn't that bad. I think and I let my eyes roam o

xt to his father, oddly staring into the fire. I can see

Ron,

. I haven't seen her since.. Well, since I was twelve years old. She

ore she thinks I'm ignoring her.

's so funny. "How have you been, sweetie? You look so.. Different." Her e

you." I rub at the back of my neck a