I hated my family. They always told me everything was my fault when I actually didn’t do anything. I was tired of always being the one that ended up blamed. When something at my house got lost, they always blamed me. When something happened to a device, they always blamed me. When something was not the way it was supposed to be, they always accuse me. In their eyes, everything was my fault, but I could never understand why. My sisters always told my dad that everything was my fault and obviously he believed them and I didn’t understand why he always believed them a not me.  As much as I tried to tell my dad I didn’t do anything, he wouldn’t even listen to me and he would just start to scream at me. I was tired of this. It seemed like the only thing my father ever told me to do was to say sorry to my sisters, but I didn’t want to because it wasn’t fair. They were the ones that always blamed me. It was too much for me, and I didn’t know what to think or what to do. I even got to think that I hated my self, I started to think I hated myself because I was thinking I didn’t had support of anyone. I also didn’t want to be part of this family anymore. I didn’t have support, and at the same time I was feeling lost.

I just had finish my last routine, and I run on my dance backpack to get my phone. At first, when I received the message I just could see “Message from Antonio Garza” and I felt really excited because he never talks to me on messages or things like that but then I realized what the message said. I messages said, “You always behave bad,”  “Why did you use the driver all day,” “I am going to take you out of dance class.”  I obviously didn’t care if someone just sends me a massage that said something like that. But I realize, that I wanted to cry because my father sends it. I don’t know why but when my father punishes me I feel worse then when my mother does. I was so confused and I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why he told me I was with the driver all day because I wasn’t.  The only thing I knew was that I was with the driver one hour or less.
My old dance teacher with his pointy hand was staring to scream at me, “Leave your phone!”
When my dance class ended, I ran to see if my driver had arrived to pick me up. He was on the big entrance standing in front of the Maries sign waiting for me. I followed him, until we arrived to the car, I started to think about everything and I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I started feeling sad, angry, confused, and lost as if I wanted to cry. Suddenly, all my problems came into my head. And I started to think I hated my family and that everybody hated me. I started to cry, but I didn’t really wanted to cry because I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my mom. But I really couldn’t stop crying; I didn’t know what was happening to me and I was really worried.

I got slowly out of my car and started waking to the door. I turned the doorknob and entered slowly to my house. I started walking to my room, and went running to my bed so anybody noticed that I was crying. After that, my sister started talking to me like nothing had happened and I just ignored her and she didn’t even notice I was ignoring her. A few hours passed, and my mother arrived to my house. I knew that she would be really worried if she saw me crying but I really didn’t wanted to talk to her. When my mother arrived home I was on the kitchen eating.
She asked me, “Are we going tomorrow to the dentist?” And I just didn’t answer and I stayed quiet. I rolled my eyes and turn my face looking down at the gray floor; she noticed something was going on.
She looked at my face and asked, “What happened?” with a really shocked face.
I didn’t wanted to tell her anything so I just screamed at her “LEAVE ME ALONE.”
And, I went running to my room. I stared at the big black door and I opened it as fast as I could. I jumped to my bed, and it was bigger than I normally, as I was seeing it I jumped on it.  Obviously, she followed me to my room, and I didn’t have an option. I had to tell her everything. I wasn’t in a really good mood to tell her everything, but for second I started to think that she could be the only person that would help me.
I screamed at her and told her “I’M TIRED THAT EVREYTHING IS MY FALUT ALWAYS.”
She didn’t know what was happening or what I was talking about so she answered “What?” like if she didn’t know anything.
I said, “My dad always blames me for everything she he was going to get me out of dance class, and he started to tell me really bad messages.”
Suddenly, it felt like she could understand me perfectly she said, “It is not fair, I am going to talk to you dad, its all your sister fault.”
Even though, I felt much better because she said that, I still was angry but at the same time sad. I still was crying like if someone had died. I didn’t understand why I was over reacting for something ridiculous. So, I just told my mom, please leave. And she left the room.
After five minutes, I heard my father loud voice; it was as loud as a dog barking screaming at my mother. And I realize, this time it was my fault why they were fighting and I started to felt guilty. So, this was when I didn’t knew what to do, I was feeling much more bad and confused. I didn’t even want to listen to them. I could hear their voice from there room to my room, they were really angry. Since I was little, each time I hear my parents fighting I get really nervous like if I wanted to cry. But this time, it was really bad. Not like a normal fight.  I got my headphones and my laptop and I started to listen to music so I can calm down. But it didn’t work. Quickly, I went to the room on top of my room, so I couldn’t listen to them. But it didn’t work.
Suddenly, my other sister slowly opened the door and screamed at me, “You broke my necklace!, I don’t want you to touch any of my things.”
I didn’t even know what to answer, because I totally new I didn’t even touch that necklace and she was just blaming me. But I knew that if I told her I didn’t break it she wouldn’t believe me. All of a sudden, my mother entered again to my room and started to defend me, but my sister was defending my dad.
And she said to me, “You are going to make my parents get divorced.” I felt really sad and nervous because I new that it wasn’t true but some part of me believe it could happen. I started to think how my life would be with my parents divorced and I just started to cry. I couldn’t imagine a life with my parents divorced.

  We didn’t know, but my father was on the other side of my room listing to everything and when she heard my sister said that, you can’t imagine how angry he got. The only thing he said was, “If you keep acting like this, I promise you, you would never see me again” and quickly he left the room. My sister started to cry and I just could believe he said that, I started to cry again. I never thought he would say something like that, I would never forget me with my face shocked looking down with a tear on my eye. I obviously though he was just joking or something but the level of voice and the way he told me make me feel like if it was real.

After half and hour, my sister entered the room. She was as tall as the Eiffel Tower. She came to ask me for forgiveness, so I forgave her and she gave me a hug. I started to realize that family always come first and I forgive my mother because the only thing that she wanted was to help me and to make me feel better. My father came and talked with us, my mother, my sisters and me. He told us he was really disappointed and he also told us, we shouldn’t make a big deal for something not important, so we decided to be calmed and just ignore everything. And forgive everyone because everyone makes mistakes.

When I think about it know, I start to realize family always comes first. Even though, sometimes you get so angry with them like if you don’t want to see them again you love them, and you couldn’t live with out them. I started to realize that my family loves me and wants the best for me, and we all make mistakes. But at the end, the persons that would help me the most and that would always make sure if I am okay are my parents and my sisters.  I also started to realize that everything happens for a reason and the even though sometimes things make us feel really bad you always learn a lesson from them. But always those lessons, makes us stronger persons and better persons.