Their life seemed perfect: Father had a well-paying job, while Mother was a housewife, making sure to keep the house nice and tidy. When I came along, Mother and Father were overjoyed. They spoiled me with all the toys I desired. However, around the time I was 4, Father lost his job. He was devastated, and turned to gambling and alcohol. We were left with no money, and a man who was a drunkard. Father drank all day, and all night. He had a temper as well. He would often lash out at Mother and I, going into random fits of rage, going anywhere from breaking furniture to physically abusing us. When Jonah was born, he seemed to have changed. He treated Jonah like a princess, and it was obvious he really loved my sister. Sadly, I believe she was the only one he loved. My father still continued to lash out at my mother and I, but not when Jonah was around. Jonah believed that her father could do no wrong, and the lumps and bruises on my body are due to my recklessness, and nothing else. On particular nights when Father would leave home for whatever reason, Mother and I would sit by the windowsill, telling stories, and wondering what it would be like if it was just me and her. Sometimes we would even play games. It was always