“It’s all over,” mom said with a pessimistic voice.
The room was very dark and filled with sadness.
The world had everything but fairness.
Dad would beat mom every chance he had.
He was a bad, notorious drunkard.
Mom was torn apart, defeated withered.
Their love was made of steel but they let it rust.
I had no one to talk to and no one to trust.
The end was no more near but with us.