My Worse Chilhood Memory

Once upon a time there was a family of seven. The family's name is the Hoffmann's. They lived in Milwaukee in a small house. The parents only wanted four kids but instead they got three boys and two girls that are twins. Our parents loved the Jackson five and Snow White and cartoons so they always called us the Hoffmann five or the five stooges

One night while everybody was fast asleep there's a smash and then a thump. My parents wake up and there's a huge rock only about a foot away from my baby brothers head. The same thing happened again on Christmas Eve except this time through the living room window.

A couple weeks later my dad is driving home from work and we were watching some cartoons when suddenly the news comes on and there doing a story about a man getting hit by a fire truck in his car. The worst part was when my mom comes in she starred at the TV and said “That’s our van". We rushed to the emergency room where my dad lays in a bed with machines everywhere. One week later he is released from the hospital. That's when thing start to go down hill.

My mom and dad were constantly fighting over the stupidest things. Only two weeks later my dad goes to jail. My mom wouldn't tell us why. When he got out they got a divorce and three months later he is back in jail and my mom is never home. Luckily we have amazing grandparents. Since first grade i have been living with my grandparents and they have been taking care of us.

Back in 2009 on the fourth of July we were at a party and no one was home and my older brother wants to go home so he does but when he arrives he notices someone broke into our house. When the cops get there they tell our grandparents that the safe is missing. Our safe had over seven thousand dollars in it plus the money that we were saving for the dells and Florida. The cops found some blood and took it to do some DNA tests. When they called the officer said the man who broke into your house is your son which is my dad. He was nowhere to be found. A couple weeks later the same cop calls back and tells us that they found him and he is going to be sentenced with up to two years in jail. Sometimes he writes me letter but i never write them back.

We go to our mom's house every other weekend and my grandma, my sisters and my little brother only see him once every two months. Sometime this year he will be released. My older brother and I are still mad at our dad because last time he was released he promised us that this was the last time he was going to be in jail. When i was little my dad and i were really close like my mom would say no cookies at night but my dad always brought up two cookies one for him and one for me. Now me and him don't have the same bond as we used to.