Brady stared at the crumbled house his parents owned. The windows were cracked, the wooden door was rotten, and the roof was ripped open. His family owned one bedroom with one bed. His dad and mom would sleep on the bed and Brady would sleep on the cold,concrete underneath him. He dreamt of the day he would actually be able to sleep on a bed, be able to eat what he wanted when he wanted, and to live by himself. He hated living with his parents. His parents were slobs he would always say to himself. They didn’t care about his health or conditions, all they cared about were themselves. All he wanted to do was leave this terrible place they call “Home” and today was that day. This day gave him hope that he could begin his journey to become a person better than his mom and dad ever was. Today marked his adventure into the unknown where he could begin his bright future. He would never become like his parents. His parents were his motivation to be the exact opposite. He pledged to himself that he would never be like his parents. He began to walk out the rotten door, his parents sitting on the bed, not saying a thing upon his departure. Brady turned around and stated, “I hope you two do something with your life you slobs, I won’t miss you.” He slammed the door and walked away, not feeling any regret for what he said.