My mom use to have a best friend. he was always around and when mom was mad or sad, he was there to" help"her. he was never far from my mother's side and I could always smell him,he smelled sour but sweet at the same time. I didn't like Mr.vodka,he made mom weak and she didn't care when she was with him. I didn't matter,my brother didn't matter...nothing mattered but Mr.vodka.when she was with him I didn't think she was safe.she would go out to meet him and I didn't know When she would come home.I would stay up for hours after my brother went to bed waiting nervously by the door, pacing and worrying like a single mother who's kid was super late. I thought to my self" my mom is beautiful and all dressed up walking home alone in the dark,what is someone sees that she is drunk off her ass...I can't protect her here." I was terrified of what might happen to her. Mr.vodka was never her friend,he was her weakness and her chain.but my mom is no longer friends with Mr.vodka,she rarely drinks. but when she does I still worry about her. Mr.vodka will always try to get mom back under his control. and I'm scared thay 1 day,he will control me.
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random memories
Randomthese chapters are just random memories that I haven't wrote about yet and they mean a lot to me.