We're not talking. Only when he wants something I do it, like clean the kitchen or my room. But that's it. That night in the kitchen will forever be in my mind.
He still goes out late. My dad has been losing it. He doesn't dress up anymore. Doesn't clean up. Just not himself.
I've been doing everything for myself. I'm too scared too to ask him for anything now.
I walk to and from school. If I need something I reach into his wallet and take a dollar or two for materials for school. Sometime to buy myself food. He rarely cooks anymore.
I miss my old Dad.
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