Just enough to let go

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“Bye Gavin!” My friend Mandy shouted, as I stepped out of her car and into my own house. I had just came home from hanging with my friends and every time I did, I always had this sad feeling inside of me, knowing that I was going back home, to the place where I never felt safe in. I should feel safe, I had a mom, a sister, and a younger brother, but somehow, it just gives me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. My mom was a single parent, you know the kind that gets child support in the mail every so often to help keep her kids alive, and I got along with my sister and brother most of the time. My sister, Alicia, liked most of the music I liked, and we could talk about almost anything. She knew I was there for her, and she was there for me, we weren’t like other siblings that fought all the time, we tolerated each other. If there were any fights going on, it was between me and my 9 year old brother Jeffrey, but my mom always told me that was normal, considering that I am 17 years old and he’s so much younger. Yes you heard me correctly, I’m 17, and for a 17 year old I get treated like a 10 year old. It’s always, “No Gavin you can’t go to Mandy’s house, I don’t know who’s going to be there”, and “Okay, but don’t forget to wear your seat belt Hun”. Yeah, my mom is very over protective, but I know it’s only because she loves us. In a few months I’ll be free from her chains and I’ll be on my own, well, actually in a year because first I have to graduate. 2