When did it come to this?
Summers in the garden, Cranberrys, Beach balls, the old swimming pool with the puncture. Mums special rib sauce and dads pork chops. My big birthday cakes and my friends in party hats. Mummy and daddy tucking me in at night. My brother crying in his bedroom. The floorboards creaking upstairs. It going dark, going to bed, scared, Mum screaming at dad, shouting, More crying, electricity gone, mums hard time, tired, dads suitcase, my friends asking what was wrong, no reply.
When did it come to this? Your supposed to love me! Dont you care anymore? how can you do this to mum? Dont you get it! you cant leave! i wont let you...when did it come to this...
tears rolling silence stretching, mums red sore eyes, my brothers sniffling, no one notices, dads drawers empty, door flung wide, the car engine, the rain pouring. No new day dawning.
When did it come to this?
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