Dear Mr.Wormwood.

Dear Mr.Wormwood, I waited for you. When I was young, I waited every Friday night. Staring frantically through my bedroom window in hopes to see that messy maroon car pull up to the side of our suburban road. Realising that with every minute that passed, things were just going to get worse. Autumn turned to Winter and Winter turned to Spring and I was still looking through that window when the suns scorching rays were in full appearance. I always wondered if you knew how it made me feel,and if you would have just came home. I grew up without you. As I kept growing up in this house; I saw you everyday. You sat there in old jaded gray sweat pants on the weekends watching the tellie, drinking one coors after another, and occasionally moving your location to the garage to smoke a cigarrete. I got to know the Redsox really well because that was the only way you would be even slightly animated to talk to me. Going to College When I switched schools from University of Oregon to Oregon State University, I told you and mum with great excitement. I thought this was the first bold move that I have ever taken. I thought you would be proud of me. However, I will never forget what you said "Why would you want to go to that Shit-Hole School?". You only based that off a football team and I knew this. Oddly enough, it still made me deeply upset at the time. How could you critisize any school that I choose when you never helped me along the way? The pure fact that I just succeeded my first year of college and was planning to keep attending wasn't enough to make you happy. Graduation Seven months ago, I graduated from university with two degrees, magna cum laude, and a year ahead of schedule. That weekend all of your family came and mum's family came too. The house was packed. It was the day before my big day. The day I have been waiting for my for my entire life. I told you that I didn't want any alcohol there. I know my family, I know that it makes everything a mess. But you didn't listen and there was alcohol galoure! I tried to let that not get to me. As the day became night, I was feeling exhausted...I had to wake up dreadfully early to go through my graduation Michelle Obama Security the next day. Most of the guest had left except for two of my uncles. You three stayed up all night until 3 or 4 in the morning, getting wasted, being loud, and listening to music. I coudln't sleep a wink in this small house where even the slightest turn of a door knob is heard from any angle. I asked you to keep it down but you told me that you never get to spend time with them and that I should lighten up. The next day, I gave mum my appreciation sash....and you wondered why it wasn't for you. Current day I got into two Master's programs at University of Edinburgh and Newcastle University. and All you could say is "I'm not paying for it". I've come to the conclusion that even if you did knew how I felt...you still wouldn't have came home