I woke up this morning thinking to myself, what am I doing with my life? It never seems the same as the day before. I feel like everyday I wake up and something happened to me that it can't be explained. My mom never remembers me, neither does my dad. Usually my brothers know what is going on with me, because my parents never know what is going on with us, and why we are waking up in their house. They always tell us that they never had children and that we are just hobos that are sneaking in at night. Well whatever. I can find a different family that actually appreciates me. My older brother is old enough to say that we can be his children. He should know what is going on and how it's happening. But no one ever knows. Everyone remembers us, just not our parents. Maybe it's just the short term memory loss that old people get when they get old.
As I woke up on Saturday morning, my mom greeted me right as I awoke. This is weird. I thought to my self. She told me that I was having nightmares and kept talking to myself. She told me that she had no idea what was going on and she tried to wake me up. She had a lot of troubles trying to wake me up and that I wouldn't wake up, so she decided to make me breakfast for once. Lucky enough it was all just a night mare.
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