Changes

My stepmother wakes me early in the morning, her water broke so they have to go to the hospital.

I´m really happy, I am looking forward to the baby.

When I return home from school they have not yet called so I go to my room and sit there looking out the window, I opened the window a bit to smoke (my dad didn't approve but he wasn't home was he?) and was waiting impatiently for the phone call announcing the arrival of my baby brother.

The phone rings..I run to the kitchen....but no one is there. This made me feel a bit uneasy but I went back to my room. As I return and look out the window I find myself looking at one of the most horrific scenes i have ever seen. Down on the pavement in front of me is the body of a woman. She had fallen/been thrown from the 7th floor.

A little while later they call from the hospital, my new baby brother is born. I´m 13 years old.

The baby comes home after 3 days but my stepmother has a bad infection so they keep her at the hospital for 3 weeks. During these weeks my dad stays home in the mornings and after lunch I go home early from school to take care of the household and my baby.

Life is so good, but like everything in my life it wont remain good.

About 3 months later my dad is picked up by the police. My stepmom kicks me out and I´m once again forced to return to my mom and stepdad.