i am proud of my sister
i normally complain about her. but this post is completely opposite. she's braver than i am.
you know how i talk abouty wishing i can stand up to dad? well she did it. i was in my room so i'll just tell you what i heard.
my mom's bird, rikki, has this high pitched whistle that she picked up from a bird whistle. and whenever she wants something or she's upset she uses it. well it bothers dad, specially when he's sleeping. he sleeps on the couch.
"shut up you fucking bird!" *hears cage crash against wall*
*moment later*
(my sister) "don't you touch her! and don't touch me either!"..."get out of my face..."
so then i walked out, she was crying by then. im guessing a mix of rage and fear and all.
dad's in the kitchen, mom's not quite sure what to do. jessie yelled at him again...she was screaming so its hard to understand...and he says "you don't talk back to me!" so then i chime in with "no, its about time someone talked back to you!" and i walked into the kitchen. "we're all afraid of you! so its about time someone stood up to you."
"what the hell did i ever do to do?" wish i coulda thought at that moment cause i could name a few things. he throws stuff, yells, he's bigger than all of us, and he has hit me before. but mom helped in explaining that when ever soemthing goes wrong for him, he takes it out on us and stuff, and he got mad and got dressed and walked out.
now he and mom are talking/arguing outside.
*yawns*
you know how i talk abouty wishing i can stand up to dad? well she did it. i was in my room so i'll just tell you what i heard.
my mom's bird, rikki, has this high pitched whistle that she picked up from a bird whistle. and whenever she wants something or she's upset she uses it. well it bothers dad, specially when he's sleeping. he sleeps on the couch.
"shut up you fucking bird!" *hears cage crash against wall*
*moment later*
(my sister) "don't you touch her! and don't touch me either!"..."get out of my face..."
so then i walked out, she was crying by then. im guessing a mix of rage and fear and all.
dad's in the kitchen, mom's not quite sure what to do. jessie yelled at him again...she was screaming so its hard to understand...and he says "you don't talk back to me!" so then i chime in with "no, its about time someone talked back to you!" and i walked into the kitchen. "we're all afraid of you! so its about time someone stood up to you."
"what the hell did i ever do to do?" wish i coulda thought at that moment cause i could name a few things. he throws stuff, yells, he's bigger than all of us, and he has hit me before. but mom helped in explaining that when ever soemthing goes wrong for him, he takes it out on us and stuff, and he got mad and got dressed and walked out.
now he and mom are talking/arguing outside.
*yawns*