My cousin and I were raised like siblings
We always had lots of fun
One day, he was arrested
And our good times were done
Eager and counting the days
Until he returned to the family
I knew there would be changes
But I was not prepared for what would be
Chain-smoking and pacing back and forth
Eating and drinking us out of house and home
Sleeping all day, up all night
And then he began to roam
Missing household items, money, and food
We knew he had returned to doing drugs
Which would do none of us any good
Cursing and threatening were the new normal
We had to send him away
With the changes that occurred
We couldn't allow him to stay
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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