Rainbow What I had was something not perfect but I was content. Although the life I lived was not luxurious, it was happy. It's hard sometimes but it's also manageable. I got so used to the warmth that I wasn't able to brace myself for the cold and dark. That's what became of us when my mother died. She was our warmth and light. Now that she is gone, everything has become dark for me and my father. "Dad, that’s enough. You're drunk," I shook his shoulder. He only answered me with a weak grunt. It's been a few months since Mom died. Since then, this scene is what I always come across every time I come home from school. My drunk dad. The many times he had been like that, I eventually got used to it. I didn't complain every time I came home hungry and there was no food in the kitchen. Sometimes it's morning when he comes home from somewhere, drunk. Everything really turned upside down when my mom left us. "Dad, I'm hungry," I whined one day when I couldn't help it anymore. I really
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