Samantha
“My mother and Mrs Gold were childhood friends?” I asked my uncle Peter.
I never heard mom even talk about Mrs Gold so how is this possible? Uncle Peter has to be mistaken.
“That b***h was always jealous of Jenna.” My dad slurred.
I turned to my dad, “what are you talking about?” I yelled at him.
“Don’t raise your voice to me. You are my daughter, you are not theirs.” My dad shouted.
“That’s right, I’m your daughter. I have been taking care of you when you should be taking care of me. I left to try to have a tiny life outside of constantly taking care of you, what do you do? You drink yourself to stupor. Seriously, why? Do you want to kill yourself?” I cried out.
“Yes!” My dad replied.
It stung, that word of yes stung me.
I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’m hurting too
