And he blames God. (Completed)

Part IV

It's my birthday eve.
I'm turning 12 tomorrow. I'm excited to have my friends over tomorrow because my mom had promised to have a party. But something happened. When I was rearranging my shelf, my dad was at it again. He's yelling, banging and seeking attention. How could he? It's my special day tomorrow dad. Let me be the centre of attention for once. He came out. We all stopped doing our work. My sisters was pasting stickers to her sticker book. My brother was playing cards. My dad looked at us. He was furious. He said we were noisy. So we didn't say a word. He said we are disturbing the neighbours. He's furious. He hit my sisters, then my brother and I know, it was my turn.