I am seventeen years old.
Today is my birthday.
Ten years ago to the day, my mother died.
I have been living with my father ever since.
He never even told me how she died.
I don't really want to know.
Even if I did, he is never sober enough to tell me.
I don't even remember what he looks like sober.
I don't know who my father is anymore.
I don't think he knows me very well either.
That's okay though.
Today it will all be over.
Tomorrow he won't ever have to see me again.