Personal Narrative: Perfect Home

My childhood wasn’t like everyone else’s and I had to grow up just a little bit faster than my friends. I was the product of two unhappy people staying together, just trying to make things work. There wasn’t any real love between my parents from the beginning, and it only got worse from there. To the outside world, we were the perfect family. My dad had a pretty nice income, we lived in a large home, and I was a healthy kid. It was almost as if our family was what you would find at the end of the rainbow. This picture perfect home was merely a cover up to hide how truly toxic our family was. A few weeks before I started second grade, my parents just couldn’t live with each other any longer and decided to call it quits. My younger brother and …show more content…
I was too young to realize that it wasn’t normal. I didn’t know it was weird for my mom to move on so fast. This new man would now be the most poisonous and unwanted presence in our already broken family. The more alcohol he would consume, the tenser the house seemed to become. It was like seeing how far you could stretch a rubber band until it would finally snap. After the emotional tear down he would cause with his words, he would begin to hit my mom as I listened down the hall. It wouldn’t take long for my brother to come into my room crying and I, then, had to wipe off my own tears and be strong for him. The tears would stop and the house would fill with silence. I would stay in my room until my mom came in crying, looking for me to console her. Her tears soaked my bed as she laid there, wanting me to tell her it was going to be okay. She was so scared of the world and what everyone would think if they knew how she was being treated. I felt like I needed to help her and show her I was there for her through it all. I knew this wasn’t normal, a ten year old girl caring for her upset mother, but there seemed to be no