The house is overrun with the smell of liquor again. He speaks of adopting kids and leaving us alone. He says she's been lying to us all this time- who do I believe?

But I'm not scared, nor do I think I'm unlucky. Everything happens for a reason and I have so many people I love- and maybe they love me back too. I'm just going to sleep with my sister now- we've done the dishes and eaten a nice supper.

I'll get on with my own life and delight in my own things- we will. The adults who don't mean what they say, the adults who all touch us lovingly and caress us and whisper sweet nothings of parental love- screw them all. I'm fine, I am.