Bellia, after four years, found a perfect way to "get" her parents back.
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Both of Bellia's parents walked through the door, drunk, and expected to see dinner on the table. But there wasn't any food on the table or the smell of it.
"Harold," Bellia's mother, Vera, yelled to drunk to control the loudness of her voice. "Where the hell is she?"
"Well how should I know Vera? I was gone too. Where did that kid go? She's always here when we get home." Harold, Bellia's father had no concern in his voice.
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What Bellia's parents didn't know was that she was listening to their argument from outside in the family tree.
Finally, she could make them care about her. It wasn't that her parents mistreated her or didn't love her; it was that they were drunk all the time and had more important things to do.
As Bellia continued to perch up in the tree and listened to her parents heated dispute, she didn't notice the storm clouds that whirled overhead.