Natalia
I can hear their music from down the street. I walk in and see my mom in another compromising position. Will this ever end? Probably not, but it doesn't even matter anymore. Soon enough, I will be gone forever.
Multiple pairs of eyes look at me as I make my way through the living room.
"Mom, I'm home," I say. Feeling defeated, I head straight to my room.
Once I am secure, I let the tears fall.
I hate my life. I hate that I can't come home and tell her about my day. I hate that I can't tell her about Andrew's hateful mom. What I would give so she could defend me, stand up for me and put me first for once. I wish my mom supported my goals and dreams. I wish I had a mom who came to my plays and other school events. If I ever make it to Broadway or do anything bigger, I would li
