My mom got pregnant with our little sister when I was fifteen years old, and to say that our high college job was derailed by that demon would be putting it nicely.
My parents couldn’t care less about me once the baby arrived.
I had to drop out of soccer because our parents couldn’t afford it since the baby had to go to the doctor so much. I was so annoyed that a single day I did something regretful. I was enjoying out for our little sister on a chilly day plus decided to beginning the fireplace. My parents were obsessed with vintage fireplaces, so when they purchased a new house after the baby, they just had to have a single for their dream home. I had only started the fireplace twice before that day, so I was still getting used to how much wood to put in plus when to adjust the pieces. I opened a window just in case the chimney was a little blocked because I hate when it gets too smoky. I invited our guy over to hang out, plus during the family room kissing, our little sister crawled over to the fireplace. I heard her scream bloody murder, plus I found that she had stuck her finger inside of the fireplace to try plus catch the fire. I had our guy stop the fireplace as I took her to the powder room to medical professional her wound. My parents were so traumatized by what happened that they decided to deactivate the fireplace plus add a gas fireplace to the family room instead. I still suppose excruciating for being so neglectful.