Kathryn, my oldest sister, left first and soon after got married to her husband, Reid. Next Josh left, and then Jeremiah. After Jeremiah moved out, the house started to feel empty. It was only the three youngest left: Olivia, me, and Rosie. It was the first time that I didn 't have to share a room with any of my siblings. I was finally able to have my own space. Surprisingly, I didn 't like it. This was around the time that the changes unfolded. I seemed to be the only one to notice. Olivia was in high school at the time, so she was usually with her friends and barely home. Rosie was in fifth grade,so she was too young to understand or put things together. discretely my parents started to talk less rather than fight. Even when my dad moved into my bedroom and I started sleeping in my parents room with my mom, I still was oblivious and thought it was because of my dad 's snoring. Or maybe I was just in denial, nevertheless I was aware on the night my mom asked me thru tears whether or not she was a good mother. After that night, everyday became a constant paranoia of the day to
Kathryn, my oldest sister, left first and soon after got married to her husband, Reid. Next Josh left, and then Jeremiah. After Jeremiah moved out, the house started to feel empty. It was only the three youngest left: Olivia, me, and Rosie. It was the first time that I didn 't have to share a room with any of my siblings. I was finally able to have my own space. Surprisingly, I didn 't like it. This was around the time that the changes unfolded. I seemed to be the only one to notice. Olivia was in high school at the time, so she was usually with her friends and barely home. Rosie was in fifth grade,so she was too young to understand or put things together. discretely my parents started to talk less rather than fight. Even when my dad moved into my bedroom and I started sleeping in my parents room with my mom, I still was oblivious and thought it was because of my dad 's snoring. Or maybe I was just in denial, nevertheless I was aware on the night my mom asked me thru tears whether or not she was a good mother. After that night, everyday became a constant paranoia of the day to