Hello everyone I am back. College life and some other complications drove me away for a year but now I am back. Unfortunately I didn't manage to finish my last story and I had to delete it but I promise I will finish this one.
PREFACE
I remember the first time I heard my parents arguing. I was eleven years old when it happened. It was a rainy day and I had run home ready to spend the day with my parents as I did every day but their raised voices made me stop and listen as they were yelling to each other. It wasn't something new for them to fight but they usually made up after a while.
I sat hidden in front of the window and I could see through the white curtains my mother Renee as she was telling my father that she was tired to stay at home all day and wait for me and my dad to come back. She had dreams and plans for her life, plans that we, I had ruined when I arrived in this world.
The next day when we woke up my mom was gone; she had packed her things and had run away from me and my dad. I never cried, I never asked where mom was or when she was coming home and my dad never mentioned her name. We were just me and him.
