Tw: mentions of drugs and drug use.

I was nine when my mother left.

I remember sitting in my house, begging my little brother to stop crying. I knew he was hungry but there was no food in the fridge. We were helpless, so naive and young; we thought she would come back. She never did.

I think 4 days had passed before I finally decided to do something about it. I dressed my little brother who was seven at the time, and we headed towards my school. I don't remember why I chose my school, probably because it was the only place that I knew how to get to....