Mom and dad were fighting again, they always fought ever since JR died they always found something to nitpick on the other... if it was not how mother breathed when she slept it was how dad snorted when he laughed and why the in the world he was even laughing. 

 You see mom accused dad of even being glad the JR died everyone did. But they did not see dad break down below the staircase when JR's time of death was announced. They only heard his sigh as he walked out of the hospital room that day unlike me that had followed him as I always did, all because JR asked me to. Nobody knew this but JR was glad he was finally going to rest from all the poking... "I'm tired Leah," he had sighed on my stay one day when I stoped by from school. That was the day we started to tell our goodbyes. 

I'm glad JR is finally resting but because he is gone our family will never remain the same. And so one had to let go, for the other to restart the healing process.

 There he was Ken, leaning by the sink his head stuck under the tap as he tried to suck water directly from the tap. I didn't even need to smell him to know he was drunk. That was his routine this past few days, it was almost becoming a habit. 

I couldn't blame him though, no one absolutely no one would remain the same after learning that they had being living a lie their whole life.

"Darn water won't come out," he caused as he turned to stumble up the stairs, placing face to face with me. 

I winced as my gaze clashed with his glazed over bleak ones, and he smirked. "I know who you are."