Stowaway

Everything must happen for a reason, otherwise why do they happen?

When I was ten my mum died, yes it hurt and yes I cried. A lot. Maybe a river or two a day. But it wasn't me who was the only one who was hurt. Everyday I would see my dad drinking from that same bottle, gluggling it down a litre at a time. Each night he would cry himself to sleep as I craddled his body like a gaint teddy bear. The stench of his liquor fresh on his clothes. I was his little angel and he was my hero. Nothing in my mind would be able to change anything. How naive was I?

Through the years Kat has kept a strong face, but her dad has done it now. She has had it with his shouting and descides it time to leave. To find a brother she
hasn't seen in over ten years. How was she to know finding him would change her life forever?