Category : Diary/Journal

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BANG! The old rusty screen door slams behind me, reminding me I'm home. My small hand glides over the rail as my body pulls me threw the next rusty screen door and into a kitchen filled with familiar voices discussing problems that shouldn't exist. Running up the stairs, I hear 4:30 threatening to become 5. My feet touch carpet and my clothes do too. I hear the next bedroom door close, that's my que. I recover my tears as I watch the opening door. Chin up brave. I choke "dad, I'm home"