I'm trying to keep it all together, it's been a constant sentence that I've written ever since I was young.

  My dad's addiction is getting worse. My relationship with my mom is getting slowly better, but it's evident how much love she shows other children still. It's fine. It's all fine.

  I am saving money to buy a house. I would like to move away. My family from Mexico now knows how violent and angry my father gets, so I'm happy about that. I'm tired of being the people pleaser, the fawning daughter. The one that had to grow up too quickly and now wants to relish in my childish activities, hobbies, and wishes.