Ya...if that title made any sense to you, kudos -_+
Anyways, I'm just completey bored and something just happened so BEWARE! ninja
I'M GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT
My dad and I get along s'okay, but every once in a while, he gets low on his medicine and he feels so much pain that he takes it out on everyone else. I don't think anyone's every told him how he acts when he's having withdrawls...I feel sympathy for him because he's been through so much and I have no right to say he is weak.....and this is really just some background info. GOTCHA!! 8D
Anyways... he IS a good, generous, kind-hearted person. He'll do little things for me all the time. Sometimes, I'll come home from school and find that he's left money for me laying on my bed...Now, we aren't talking $1 or $5, we're talkin' $20 and $30... :3 He's very generous (as you can see) and USUALLY thinks of everyone before he considers himself......AGAIN...'tis some more INFO. mad D
Now, we're to the story. My dad likes to fool around sometimes...in this case, he stuffed something in my bedding and waited for me to find it...normally, when he does this, I chuckle and forget about it the next morning...I just toss everything onto the floor...forgeting about it....not caring...at all...but this time, Dad stuffed something, a little more dear to me in there...a piggy bank...I know, sounds retarded right? *snicker* but...it's special to me...I can't understand why...but...eh...what the heck, I'll force you all to listen to my flashback...
I was...hmm...4 or 5...5 I guess...I'd just barely started school...I was excited about working around the house and doing chores...what I liked the most about it, was the money ^^ I didn't get an allowance then ( and I still don't now stare ) so tis was hot stuffin's rofl Only, I didn't know where to put it all...that money...So, I decided to store it up the old fashioned way ^^ ...that's right...a piggy bank...the first chance I got, I dragged my mom to Michaels and bought one that I could paint myself.....never did anything like that...painting was something totally new to me...(I was a seriously isolated child -_+) I painted it the same day I bought it....I was SO excited 4laugh but...looking at the poor thing now, it looks like crap but aw well...at the time, I thought I was an artist xp
As you can see, I have a special place in my chamber of memories for that piggy bank...
I know you're probably thinking...
"Why are you so troubled if all your dad did was stuff it in your bedding ><"
Well...it's because, that's not all that happened when he did that... I layed down to go to sleep...I heard the "CRUNCH" from underneath my pillow...
Shocked, I sat up quickly and turned on the light...I almost cried when I lifted up my pillow...I closed my eyes and remembered laughing and joking with my mom while painting it...
Right now, I si in my room in the darkness starring at a broken piggy...the pieces all over the floor...I just can't bring myself to pick them up...everytime I try, I see the little me, sitting quietly in the kitchen, painting it...my dad isn't helping me much...
Dad: So...have you found any pigs in your bed recently? :3
Me: eh-heh sweatdrop
...and my mom had to hear the reason why I didn't tell...I just had to tell someone...
me: well...the reason I didn't say anything...it's...well...because... *whispers* it broke..
Mom: *hugs* oh, sweetie...I'm so sorry....
me: I just...couldn't tell him that...he'd beat himself up about it...and really, it was my fault for not looking...and he didn't mean for it to-.... gonk
Mom: I know, Morgan...it's okay....you made the right choice...
so...ya.....can't you just see the boredom? mad D
Anyways, I'm just completey bored and something just happened so BEWARE! ninja
I'M GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT
My dad and I get along s'okay, but every once in a while, he gets low on his medicine and he feels so much pain that he takes it out on everyone else. I don't think anyone's every told him how he acts when he's having withdrawls...I feel sympathy for him because he's been through so much and I have no right to say he is weak.....and this is really just some background info. GOTCHA!! 8D
Anyways... he IS a good, generous, kind-hearted person. He'll do little things for me all the time. Sometimes, I'll come home from school and find that he's left money for me laying on my bed...Now, we aren't talking $1 or $5, we're talkin' $20 and $30... :3 He's very generous (as you can see) and USUALLY thinks of everyone before he considers himself......AGAIN...'tis some more INFO. mad D
Now, we're to the story. My dad likes to fool around sometimes...in this case, he stuffed something in my bedding and waited for me to find it...normally, when he does this, I chuckle and forget about it the next morning...I just toss everything onto the floor...forgeting about it....not caring...at all...but this time, Dad stuffed something, a little more dear to me in there...a piggy bank...I know, sounds retarded right? *snicker* but...it's special to me...I can't understand why...but...eh...what the heck, I'll force you all to listen to my flashback...
I was...hmm...4 or 5...5 I guess...I'd just barely started school...I was excited about working around the house and doing chores...what I liked the most about it, was the money ^^ I didn't get an allowance then ( and I still don't now stare ) so tis was hot stuffin's rofl Only, I didn't know where to put it all...that money...So, I decided to store it up the old fashioned way ^^ ...that's right...a piggy bank...the first chance I got, I dragged my mom to Michaels and bought one that I could paint myself.....never did anything like that...painting was something totally new to me...(I was a seriously isolated child -_+) I painted it the same day I bought it....I was SO excited 4laugh but...looking at the poor thing now, it looks like crap but aw well...at the time, I thought I was an artist xp
As you can see, I have a special place in my chamber of memories for that piggy bank...
I know you're probably thinking...
"Why are you so troubled if all your dad did was stuff it in your bedding ><"
Well...it's because, that's not all that happened when he did that... I layed down to go to sleep...I heard the "CRUNCH" from underneath my pillow...
Shocked, I sat up quickly and turned on the light...I almost cried when I lifted up my pillow...I closed my eyes and remembered laughing and joking with my mom while painting it...
Right now, I si in my room in the darkness starring at a broken piggy...the pieces all over the floor...I just can't bring myself to pick them up...everytime I try, I see the little me, sitting quietly in the kitchen, painting it...my dad isn't helping me much...
Dad: So...have you found any pigs in your bed recently? :3
Me: eh-heh sweatdrop
...and my mom had to hear the reason why I didn't tell...I just had to tell someone...
me: well...the reason I didn't say anything...it's...well...because... *whispers* it broke..
Mom: *hugs* oh, sweetie...I'm so sorry....
me: I just...couldn't tell him that...he'd beat himself up about it...and really, it was my fault for not looking...and he didn't mean for it to-.... gonk
Mom: I know, Morgan...it's okay....you made the right choice...
so...ya.....can't you just see the boredom? mad D
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