In My Desperate Time

It was a gift I bought for myself when I got my first salary. It cost me nearly four hundred dollars. The quality is very good and it is
comfortable to wear.
“Mom, catch the thief!”
From the bed, suddenly comes the screaming of Frank Noyes.
Then my parents hurry in.
One holds a rolling pin, the other a cloth-drying pole.
Turning on the light and seeing me, they are stunned.
“What are you doing here?” My mother looks at me, her face scowling.
I can't help but want to laugh. That’s it. Does my coming affect their happy life?
But this is the house I rent, don’t they feel guilty?
“Who are you?” The woman in the bed struggles to get up and glares at me.
I look at her, then I burst with anger.
That woman is wearing my nightgown, which looks so strange!
This woman might weigh 140 pounds. My nightgown, which is size 4, is going to be stretched to explode by her body. Doesn’t
she feel so tight to wear a small dress like this?
“I haven't asked you who you are. Why are you wearing my dress? Take it off!”
I am so angry that I stretch out to rip off her dress.
The woman tries to hide away and says to me disdainfully, “I have money in plenty. But for me forgetting taking nightgown, I
would never wear your clothes!”
Damn her! How could she wear my nightgown and disdain it!
Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. How dignified could Frank Noyes’s woman be?

Maybe she is too fat, she hides for a while and stops. I grab her and try to rip off her clothes mercilessly.
My mother also panicked. She pulls me back and says, “Jane Noyes, don't blame Moll. You didn’t come back these days. I called
you but no one answered. We all think that you will never come back, so we let Moll wear your clothes.”
My mother’s words make me bitterly disappointed.
Their first thought they have when I don't answer the phone is not caring whether I'm ok or not, but whether I'll be back or not? Of
course, I'm sure that they'd love it if I never came back, as long as they have food and clothing.
“I'll get my stuff and go.” As for the nightgown worn by that Moll, I definitely don't want it anymore. I can think of it as a trash.
But I still feel uncomfortable.
After I pack my clothes, I say to Frank Noyes, “Either you go back to school or get a job. I'm not going to afford you money. If you
can't even keep yourself alive, you’d better not have a girlfriend.”
Frank Noyes looks up at me and says, “I've already got a job. Don't look down on me!”
It seems that he has actually got a job. I don't care what kind of job he got. As long as he won’t bother me, everyone will be
happy.
I pick up my package and go out. My mother follows me out.
I think in the mind, if my mother would say something to let me stay, or apologize to me at this time, perhaps I will forgive them.
My heart is hard, but I can’t be so cool-hearted to refuse the desire for home.
Finally, I expect too much.
My mother following me just wants to close the door. I hear the sound of the door slamming behind me, and my tears come down
after all.
This family, may really have nothing to do with me.