After forever the day to rest the ol man finlly came. My mother was crying the whole time but i was mad at her and at my father. He made me like this, died and had the audacity to be burried on my birthday. Actually what made me more mad was my mother forgetting it was my birthday, that really hurt me.
After people cket going up and down th platform his body was resting, mist popably to give speeches of how good he was, like come on, allthe guy did was drink and sleep and urgue with my mother. Finally, it was over. And we we escorted to th cemetry where he was laid to rest .
After everything that day we went back home and once we got into the house my mother left me there and went to her room. Now i had to push myself to my room and i was so thankfull the room was on the ground floor. I tried to understand my mother as to why she left me at the door as i pulled my body up onto the bed. That day I had more nightmare that normal.
The next day when I woke up, I thought my mother would have finally gotten over her little session of mourning but I was wrong when she didn't show up to take me out of bed and I had to do it myself. When I got to the kitchen I found dirty utensils from breakfast but none for me.okay, now I was heartbroken and suicidal. I pushed myself out of the kitchen not forgetting to take a knife, if she wanted to abandon me then I was ready to abandon her too. I couldn't leave knowing my mother hated me.