RE: Summers
It seems that every summer is, whether I like it or not, a chance to be reminded of whence I came. Yesterday, I was unexpectedly confronted with my aunt's problems. (She is a homeless drug-addict who keeps returning to an abusive relationship while totting around my 3 year-old cousin). I heard this from my other aunt, with 8 kids (one I wrote about earlier who got into a bike accident). The reasons why her situation get to me are more sutble than I really care to explain here. My mom is still with my step-dad (a relationship which is anything but functional). I really just want her to leave him, if not for her sake, than for my little brother's. And my other brother is still floundering as a student in continuation school (because he didn't graduate from highschool).
I want to do something. But, of course, all I have are words.
I want to do something. But, of course, all I have are words.