My Life Was Boring Until...

The Reality

Several years passed and I was 15. Over the years my dad developed anxiety and depression. Every night he would go to the local pub and drink his problems away then come home drunk.
One day when he was sober, I asked him to take me to the doctors because I felt sick. I didn't actually feel sick, I was concerned about my dad's health and wanted to check if he was okay. When when we went to the doctors I quietly told the doctor to check my dad instead of me.
The doctor invited us in and asked my dad if he smoked or drank. My dad admitted he drank but then the doctor asked how often. My dad lied and said once a week. The doctor then did a blood test to see if he had lung cancer and unfortunately the results were positive. The doctor said he only had a couple of months to live because he hadn't been checked earlier. If we came earlier my dad wouldn't have had it.
Coincidentally the next year on my birthday, I went to wake my dad up to see if he wanted breakfast but he didn't wake up. I knew it was coming, he passed away in his sleep. I was sad for a long time. A week later there was a sign on the door in front on the house saying that the landlord didn't want me staying there because I couldn't pay the rent.