The Life I Live.

What?

Being daddy's little girl was fun, I love my dad and being in his room, Even smelling his cigarettes in his room.
One thing about my dad he use to always kick me out for a minute or two.
Never knew why?
Until one day I decided to be slick leave his room and enter really quick I saw him snort something out a bag,
After that he use to get mad and say
"Vicky" I'd leave right away.
When he went to work that day I unlocked his room door to play Barbie's with my cousin,
But when she leave for a quick sec
I opened his top drawer and saw a few clear tiny bags and a white substance and his straw.
I knew it was something bad just didn't know what.
I was nosey but I kept my mouth shut.
Even though I knew my dad was doing bad stuff I still loved him.
And I knew when he told me to leave his room, I'd leave his room.
My dad was usually up being normal watching TV and smoking cigarettes.
Drank his coffee ate his food at 2am.
But this time and the only time I saw my dad nod out while on the edge of his bed and then I knew,
My mom was doing that bad thing too.