Tag: father

  • Quarrel

    That night, father and son quarreled.  Only I knew that this would be the last time they would fight in front of me.  This was the last straw.  My bag was already packed in the back of my closet with everything I thought I needed.  The cigarettes and flask my father was always looking for were hidden in the loose floorboard…

  • Returning Home

    I always knew I would never be able to go home.  The moment I stepped out the front door when I was eighteen, I knew I was completely on my own.  My father always told me he was surprised he was going to be a father again and once I hit puberty, he spent more of his…