⌣⌣The forest family society꒱ ⌦ ch.2 . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . I didn’t expect him to be the one to rip off his Poster from the mall wall. Doesn’t he want to come home? Doesn’t he miss me? “Michael!” My mom shoves me aside once she sees who it is. Literally. I fell to the floor and scraped my hand. “Honey, I’ve missed you so much. Come home, I miss you. I haven’t been the same without you.” She cries until her cries turn to sobs. Of course Michael isn’t having it. He and my mom never got along. He would always get in trouble because of her. Even when my mom was out at the bar with her boyfriends (which she always broke up with a week later), Michael was there for me. I’m not trying to get emotional, but he always took care of me when I was at my worst. All the time, everyday. I dont know what came over me. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t stand staying with my mother for another second. And so I climb into the van with my brother.
