A wish upon a Star

How it felt

The days passed by so fast after his funeral. I never stopped missing him every day and every hour I though of him. I wasn't the only one. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day.            

Sometimes it wasn't just alcohol but drugs as well. Eventually she couldn't handle him anymore so he came back to the house I lived in I had my little brother back. I learned how to protect myself and my brother from his slurred words and hateful ways.

He drank so much on his sons death anniversary that he made a grave mistake. He had taken one of his guns for hunting out and while drunk shot at every single thing in the back yard. Once he was through with that he came up to the front of the house and shot up into the air.

I told my brother to go up stairs while I called someone for help. My sister and I had exchanged numbers to keep in touch I didn't know who to call so I called her. I couldn't help but cry while talking to her I was so afraid for us that night.

She told her grandmother and in turn the police were called they came and took us away. That night was on of the worst in my life the day we both went into foster care.