My father’s friend her name is Grace she moved in with us not long after the visits. My brother and I called her Miss. Grace she seemed real sweet , but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to give up some of my time with dad yet. She slowly but surely was making time for each of us , a part of me wanted to end it. Although I wanted to end this cycle I also wanted a mom more than anything , but Grace wasn’t my mom or was she. Soon enough Grace went from weekends to weeks she was here all the time. I was trying to make my dad happy but at the same time hoped for mom to come back. I found myself doing homework with Grace and letting her do my hair. It felt wrong to want to allow another lady to do these things with me. I thought if my mom were here she’d be mad at me for liking Grace as much as I have grown to. My brother Ralph on the other hand had been stand offish towards her since we met her. He says mom will come back soon and Grace will go away he was soo angry. If I tell dad about what Ralph said he will be furious and if I don’t what he does will be all my fault. I kept quiet dad seemed to be way too happy for me to ruin that by Ralph’s hateful words. As some time past my dad eventually asked if we would be ok with having Grace move in with us. I felt the air prick at my lungs I wanted so many things at that moment I thought about running away. Instead I had an asma attack my dad took me to the emergency room they put me on a breathing machine. The next week my dad moved Grace in my breathing issues had taken my mind from his request about our newest roomie. I guess he didn’t really want or need my approval anymore about her moving in , Ralph was even more mean than usual. I guess Grace moving in had sparked a lot of issues for Ralph and myself that we didn’t realize til it was too late. I put on a happy face for our father most of the time I stayed busy so I wouldn’t notice her. That way her moving in and living with us and mom being gone wasn’t so real in my heart as it was in life. Some more time past and my asma got worse I couldn’t go out to play as much and the doctors made me use a breathing machine at home too. This ment I was spending more time with Grace , my daily life was about to get even crazier than before.
If I tell dad about what Ralph said he will be furious and if I don’t what he does will be all my fault.