Act 2 - Steadfast and Strong I threw my pillow and rolled...

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Steadfast and Strong I threw my pillow and rolled over wondering why the yelling from the T.V. echoed throughout my room. I couldn’t stand it. That was it! My patience disintegrated like a slug that had been covered in salt. I jumped up only to realize it wasn’t the T.V. it was my parents. “Why do you have to be like this? I didn’t marry an alcoholic!” pleaded my hopeless mother. By the time I arrived at my door the cold floor brought me back to reality. Should I intervene, should I let them know I’m awake? How would they react? Would I stop the fighting or fuel it? I crossed my bedroom threshold only to have to dodge my Mother’s Betty Crocker Cook Book. Would it hit her? Did she spend too much money on clothes again? I slid back to my threshold to get out of the base path. There stood my Father still crouched like a pitcher who had just released a fastball. Stop it! This was followed by the echo of my five year old voice around the octagonal shaped room. They froze. My Father’s jaw hung to the side like a cow gnawing on grass. He was
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Act 2 - Steadfast and Strong I threw my pillow and rolled...

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