Homeless: A personal story

Homeless…Today it is two years ago I ran away, from my drunken stepmother. I had never told this story to anyone, but this time I felt ready to finish speaking. Today it was exactly two years ago it happened. I never really liked my stepmother, because every time I should talk with her she was drunk as hell.I don’t understand why my father has chosen her as his new girlfriend. I want to tell him how much I actually hate her, but I dare not. What if he would hit me in the face? Now I couldn´t handle it anymore… It was a Sunday, and the weather sucked. It rained and the thunder was loud. The whole day was just bad. My stepmother was drunk as always, and my father just smoked the cigarettes, and read the newspapers. I decided to pack my things, and move out fast as I could. They never watched after me and I always had to take care of myself. So actually I don’t think, that they noticed me that day. I called my mom the same day and said, that I don’t want to live home at my father anymore. She said to me, that we should have a talk. I was homeless for three weeks, until I had begged enough money, to a taxi home to my mom. We talked together about my father, and my drunken stepmother. Now she could understand me. She said that I could stay at her house. I was very glad for it, because I have always loved my mother a lot. My mom and I made a deal. She said, that I should write a letter to my dad. She wanted me to write why I leaved him, and if I should come back, then the things had to chance a lot. So I wrote to him…