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Slowly, I started to crack. I became like my dad for a little while at a young age, constantly yelling at my brother because he wasn’t helping me out; he yelled back, saying he just wanted to be a kid. I wanted to be one too and never got that chance. I stopped yelling at him after that. I faced this battle alone and on my own. I made mistakes. I ran 6 miles away from home because of all the stress and yelling. I wanted to be with my mom and realized how stupid I was for running away. It was the most blissful, yet terrifying moment I’ve had. I stared at the sky and took in its beauty as it turned a vibrant pink-orange. That’s all I really remember, aside from the farm land I walked past, the rushing of cars a few feet away from me, and my emotions; upset, scared, angry, and determination.
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