Far From Home

This Is My Beginning

Hello I'm Milo, yes I know they rhyme. I am a normal 17 year old girl but with a very bad father. This is my story of how I am now living my life. It all started in my small house when I was 13.

"Milo sweety can you come to my room?" I heard my mother call to me from her bed, she was very sick so I stayed home everyday from school to help her. I turned and started to walk, "coming mom," I reached for the handle and opened the door to my parent's room. Slowly walkimg in I said in a kind tone "what do you need?" my mother was smiling at me. "Could you get me some warm tea please," I went to the foot of her bed placing my hands on the frame, "mom remember you can't have any with the medicine you're taking." She laughed a bit, "oh right I forgot about that."

I walked out to go get her a warm drink other than tea, "I will be right back." Closing the door as I came out, I could hear her coughing like normal. When I got to the kitchen I saw my father making what I think is coffee, "here give this to your mother, it will help," he handed it to me slowly so it won't spill. I took the glass and held it getting ready to take a sip to test it but before I could he yelped, "no don't!" I stopped and looked at him, "why? I was just going to see how hot it was." He looked at me angrily, "it's perfect temperature, I already checked." I looked down at it and shrugged, "alright father." Holding it slowly as I walked to the room my father stared at me, or at least I had the feeling he was.