Running from your problems

Crying it's a sign of weakness. Never let them see you cry. Never let them make you cry. That's what my dad taught me. So that's why I won't breakdown, at least not right now. Not in front of him. I won't let him win. I will keep my head up high and back straight and walk out the door and never see him again. This is goodbye.

9 MONTHS BEFORE

Everything was out in the open now. All the secrets hidden now revealed. Nothing would be the same. My dad had cheated on my mom. We all had a feeling he never was really faithful. But the fact that it was never really confirmed didn't make it real, you know. Now standing here in this living room and staring at living breathing embodiment of his adulterous act, there is no more denying it. She's his daughter. She's a year younger than me. Dark brown wavy hair and dark brown eyes with tan skin.

I am doing everything to hold in my tears from the rage that I am feeling. My family was never a perfect one. Dysfunctional at best but it was still one that cared for and would protect. But right now it feels shattered. Like someone dropped a glass cup on the floor. No that's too gentle, it feels like you threw a fucken plate across the room at the wall. The little brokers piece left on the floor are us.

Looking across the room I see my younger brothers's shocked face. My angry sister comforting my teary eyed mom. Then my father who is stone faced. Expressionless. Lastly, her, Rosa smiling at my dad like a sweet innocent little girl who has finally been reunited with her long lost dad oblivious to other people reactions in the room. I hate her just for it. I don't know her but I hate her. I hate for being born and I know that isn't her fault but she just represents everything the stain in my parents marriage in our family.