dear ivo,
dad came back last night wasted and bloody. mum wasn't home that night; she had to work a night shift. she's a nurse.
i helped dad clean up and tucked him in bed. the whole time i was trying not to cry. i wasn't one of those teenagers who was used to being around drunk parents and beer bottles hidden in the cupboard. not once had my parents drank anything. not even wine to celebrate. this was unusual and I was scared. scared that i'd lose my dad.
that's why i didn't tell mum.
truly,
teddy
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truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Teen Fictionalbert einstein once asked a question that sometimes makes me hazy: "am I or the others crazy?" [lowercase intended] [completed] . loosely based off of past experiences . . all rights reserved copyright @ unbirthdays 2014
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