It was another loathsome day. I come home to my drunk father once again, rummaging through the house, probably in search of any money stashed away. I'm so tired.
"Here." I handed my father the money I had just earned with a disgusted look on my face.
His face beams with a vibrant glow that you'd spot from a mile away, followed by a promise he couldn't keep. "What a wonderful son I have!!! Ahahahahahaha!! Thank you, son! I'll be sure to use it well and pay you back, okay?"
I headed to my room and slammed the door shut. Tears dripping down my face, all I could think of were the memories of the past, back to before, when our family wasn't so separated like this. I missed my brother. What would he do in this situation? I wish I could just go back. Back to when we were one big, happy family: mom, dad, me, and my brother. I resent my father now, for the pitiful state he is in. Everyday, he is either gambling with his friends or drinking.
The money my brother works so hard for everyday while in university isn't nearly enough, but I can't ask him for more when he is already trying so hard. I've been taking more shifts and jobs, trying to earn as much money as I can.
After taking a cold shower, I checked the notifications on my phone with wet hair and a towel wrapped around my neck. It was an email from the new school I'd be starting tomorrow--welcoming me. I lay my phone on the desk in my room and