From the ages of well, 0 to 14 everything seemed perfectly fine. Then in February 2013 was the first hit. Literally. Not to me, but to my mum. My parents resolved their problems and then 2 weeks after it happened again. Soon we all went on holiday to our home country where it happened again. Then we came back and it happened again. I would go on but I don’t see the point. The most embarrassing thing is that at one point my Grandma and two of my uncles were living with us. I thought it was pain to hear my parents cry, but my Grandmother? Dear lord. She also fell slightly ill after this, but that didn’t stop them. It was very bad. They kept involving me into this. My dad would cuss about her as he picked me up from school. I asked them to stop. Nothing happened in December so I thought it was going to be a great 2014. It happened again last week and this time I got physically hurt. I’m not depressed, I’m just fed up. I needed to rant. I feel it’s easier for me because I have a great imagination – I can escape reality. But for those who don’t – I’m sorry.