"Morning". I said to my brother as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
"Morning, you're up awfully early." He responded.
"And you're actually not playing video games. Guess we're both kind of succeeding this morning.
"Guess so. Where's dad?"
"Don't know. He didn't come home last night. We're kind of on our own for a while."
"Hmm, like always." I said.
"Where are you going?" I asked him as he picked up his bowl of cereal and started to walk out of the kitchen.
"Why are you always saying rude things about him. At least he tries."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Your Saturday mornings normally include you waking up at noon; getting mad at dad for not having lunch ready; you going into your room to do who knows what; then coming back out to apologize to dad."
"I love dad. I understand why he does the shit that he does! It just really gets annoying sometimes."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well, don't you ever wish that we had a dad?"
"We do have a dad." He responded.
"Who's not here and probably won't be until tomorrow."
"Okay... point taken. I'm going to play video games."
"Course."
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Dla nastolatkówMy dad's an alcoholic. My sister passed away when she was four. Six years later and here I am. Lacy, the girl who tries to get along with everyone. The girl who's hated by everyone. The girl who no one understands.
