The screaming and profanity echoes through the house. My mother and father are fighting, again. This has been happening more, and more as the months go by. The creak of my door startles me. “June… I don’t like this. Can I sit with you?” My little sister, Aurora, has been witnessing this fued along with me. “It’s okay Rory, let’s watch some ‘toons.” I say as I place her onto my bed and into my arms...