the rain it started tappin
I miss my brothers. I wonder what chemical poisoned my family. They have been reduced to names on a shopping list. I was too young to remember this i suppose and coincidentally im glad i was. But last week my brother told me that my father took my brother by the head and hurled him across a room. What an ugly thing to do. I imagine that now and i get scared. What if some of that hate is in me. Poor jonah (my brother), experienced it first hand. No action of a five year old could ever merit such treatment. I was left by my father twice the second time he told me he was leaving (an act of kindness i suppose). Then 8 years later he comes back and fights for custody. (an act of heroism is suppose). Now i don't talk to him. I love him and i forgive him but i think i know now what the chemical is... "My Father"