menda

 The need to be saved.

 Hey, so, we’re poor again. Our house is falling apart. Not metaphorically. The same house that was about to be taken by bailiff. I face-timed my sister tonight, we were talking about why we need to sell our house in order for my mom to keep her sanity. We can’t afford any repairs. Both of my parents keep leaving. Mom is scattering money to travel, dad is never home. He never tells anyone when he’s going, where and when he’ll come back. He says he’s working, we don’t have any money, he keeps taking loans from other relatives, where is that money? I don’t feel safe, every month I’m worried about paying rent. Will I be able to get my master’s degree? Is my little sister’s poor mental health caused by the unbearable atmosphere in the house? House, house, house. Home.  I can see my safe space from childhood turning into something grey, sad, falling apart. It’s never warm in here, the low water pressure makes me not able to rinse out the fucking shampoo, stains on the wall.  I...