good morning, or bad morning

mornings are always supposed to be good, you get up at 7, go downstairs, eat breakfast and talk to your family about what your gonna do today, but my morning didn't even begin woth a hello instead the only thing that I had listen to was my parents fighting what most adults talk about, taxes. I've always wondered why everything has to include money i mean what we get seriously hurt or ill and the hospital bills us but we don't know how to pay it. my little brother was in the corner chanting "find you happy place, find your happy place." i couldnt stand seeing my sweet little brother suffer i decided it was time to stand up for the person that i care about more than anything i marched right into the kitchen yelled at my parents "just stop it you guys just stop freakin fighting Reynols in the corner covering his ears from the fight so just stop it just stop it!" that was the first time ive ever burst out like that and it felt scary. that was when i decided to write this blog so i can write down what i couldnt say.