I put the fire out. Then Martin started crying and I started shouting at Mum and Dad, telling them us, nice to stop arguing because it was making Martin angry. They spent the rest of the day being nice to us, telling us how much they loved us.
Martin liked Mum and Dad being nice to him so, a few days later, he started burning some clothes in my bedroom.
I suppose he thought that he could stop them from separating. He thought that if he kept lighting fires they would realize how bad he felt and maybe they would stay would stay together But they didn’t. Dad even talked about separating us. “Maybe Martin could come and live with me in Australia and Kara could stay here with you”Dad said. But Mum wanted us to stay together. So Dad left and Martin became more upset and more angry.
A few days after Dad had gone, I came home and found Martin in his room playing with a cigarette lighter. It was during the school holidays and Mum was out at work. We were the only ones in the house. I stated shouting t Martin and I told him that he had to stop. I told him that Dad was never going to come home again. Martin said I was lying and that it was all my fault. It was my fault that Mum and Dad had left home. That’s when I said…I said…
Martin, I wish you were dead!
I didn’t mean it. I was angry. Martin stated at if he hated me. Then he walked out of the room. I heard him heard him leave the house, shutting the front door hard behind him. A few minutes later I went to find him. I felt bad about what I had said and I wanted to make things better again because I loved him. He was my little brother.
I put the fire out. Then Martin started crying and I started shouting at Mum and Dad, telling them us, nice to stop arguing because it was making Martin angry. They spent the rest of the day being nice to us, telling us how much they loved us.
Martin liked Mum and Dad being nice to him so, a few days later, he started burning some clothes in my bedroom.
I suppose he thought that he could stop them from separating. He thought that if he kept lighting fires they would realize how bad he felt and maybe they would stay would stay together But they didn’t. Dad even talked about separating us. “Maybe Martin could come and live with me in Australia and Kara could stay here with you”Dad said. But Mum wanted us to stay together. So Dad left and Martin became more upset and more angry.
A few days after Dad had gone, I came home and found Martin in his room playing with a cigarette lighter. It was during the school holidays and Mum was out at work. We were the only ones in the house. I stated shouting t Martin and I told him that he had to stop. I told him that Dad was never going to come home again. Martin said I was lying and that it was all my fault. It was my fault that Mum and Dad had left home. That’s when I said…I said…
Martin, I wish you were dead!
I didn’t mean it. I was angry. Martin stated at if he hated me. Then he walked out of the room. I heard him heard him leave the house, shutting the front door hard behind him. A few minutes later I went to find him. I felt bad about what I had said and I wanted to make things better again because I loved him. He was my little brother.
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