I don't have a kid, nor do I plan to have one anytime soon. "My little one" refers to my younger sister; although you might as well call her my child considering I'm the closest thing she has to a mother. It may or or may not be wrong of me, but I worry about my younger sister, Lexi, more than anything else in this world. I know she's in high school and she should be able to take responsibility for her own actions, but with her maturity rate I feel like it will never happen.
A few nights ago, my mother, or what I would like to refer to her as, my guardian, came home in a rage I've never seen before. Lexi and her were screaming at each other at two in the morning. I understand that Lexi isn't the perfect child, but what I don't understand is why a mother is able to say such cruel things to her own children. She was slamming doors, cursing, acting rather childish if you ask me. Lexi is a very sensitive person, and our mother knows this, and all she could do was cry. My mother began attacking her weak points and imperfections.
"What is wrong with you?" repetitively came out of her mouth.
Lexi struggles without a father figure around and struggles even more with the fact that our mom rarely ever comes home. Even though I knew my mom had some fairly good reasons to be furious, I knew that what she was doing was wrong so I decided to get out of bed and stick up for Lexi. This confidence of mine ended with a grounding from my mother.
Aside from my frustration with the grounding, I knew my sister needed someone at the moment, but I also knew she needed some space. I've found three suicide notes from her in the past and I couldn't stand to think of her being in pain to write another so I made excuses to go check on her every time I heard her moving around through the wall. I was so sick to my stomach at the thought of her hurting that i stayed awake for two hours before eventually falling back asleep after I was for sure she was asleep again.
I really fear for what might happen to her once I'm out of the house.
You've got such a great narrative structure here--I like that you move from a broader statement ("I don't have a kid...") to a more specified, in-the-moment description of your sister and your mother. I like, too, that you're telling this story from a pretty mature perspective. You admit that your mother's being childish, but you admit also that she has a right to be furious. This really works. I'm sorry that you're worried about your sister; I hate that kind of anxiety. I hope things get better.
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