chapter 4

It has been like I have been fighting for my food. I am not allowed to eat dinner with the family, play with my brothers, or watch TV. Mother has even started calling me “The Boy”. I have a name don’t she know? Since mother would not allow me to eat I often stole food from other student’s lunch boxes, until I got caught and the principal called mother. One day I stole frozen meals from the cafeteria, I downed them so fast. One had hot dogs and tater tots in it. Later that night mom stuck her finger down my throat and made me throw up. She then saw the chunks of the hot dog that I had eaten earlier in the day; she knew I have once again stole food. My punishment was that I had to eat the chunks that I threw up, it was so nasty, but I kept thinking to myself just keep it down keeps it down. Father tried to change mom but it only made things worse, they would argue, and I would always get brought up. When I was in the fourth grade mom was pregnant with Russell, her fourth child. I remember one day I was being too loud on our family vacation and mother punished me by not letting me go out with father and the boys. When they left her rubbed one of Russell’s soiled diapers in my face telling me over and over to eat it. I didn’t eat it, my brothers and father walked in and mother hurried to cover her tracks. I hate mom, but I hate dad more he use to try and help me know he just sits there and watches me take mom’s punishments. I am starving all I want is a nice meal and not the garbage I get out of the trash can and not the food I steal. I want mom’s cooked meals, like the way things used to be!