Personal Narrative: How My Aunt Changed My Life

My aunt is not the most stable person. She's a drug addict on some days, others an alcoholic, and in special cases both at the same time. She's tried to get better before, and in some cases has even quit both, but in the end she always goes back to visit her old demons. I sort of wished my mom and i learned this a long time ago. It would have saved us so much, time, money, and heartbreak. Mostly money however.
When she and my uncle broke up she needed a place to stay. She was deemed unfit to take care of her first two kids, the two were sent to live with my grandma, she decided it was a good idea to have another kid, naming her Mia. This was years ago of course. Mia was at least five or six. So it was her, the third kid, and some of her stuff.

My aunt is better actually and things are good. Shes got a stable job, and Mia is doing well in Pre school. My aunt for once hasnt been drinking as much as usual. Until one night. It is a pretty bad night. She comes home tired and angry after her bad day at work. Shes carrying her purse, and a six pack. She drinks four of the six, and passes out in her room. I passed out in the living room watching tv. One forty five in the morning roll around and there is a fire. My aunt decided to light some candles to calm herself and make the room smell good. Mia decided to put the fire out with toilet paper. My aunt smelled something burning and woke up. Furious and drunk she was yelling at Mia, ridiculing and screaming at her. I woke up to the commotion. I went in and told my aunt to stop yelling at her and that she shouldn't have lit the candles as is. My aunt then turns her enraged gaze onto me and begins screaming at me. This is what my mom walked into. She then began to throw slaps, and fists at me and Mia. This is when my father walked into the room and picked me and Mia up and took us out of there. My mother called the police. My aunt called her and my moms brother, to pick her up because my father was trying to put hands on her. My father then had to hold my mother back from putting hands on my aunt for lying. I am in my room crying and scared. My dad then walks me out and i see two police men. I was more scared than i had