Age 18:
Finally getting out of this damn school.
Coming home, there was a surprise for me.
My sister had died.
Alcohol.
I knew she shouldn't have went to that party, last night.
The state she was in, wasn't good either.
Her boyfriend had broken up with her, father was on her case about job searching. Her and mother had an argument earlier that day.
So, she decided to drink her life away.
The next morning, we got a call from the police, "Is this Mr. Jones?"
"Yes this is he."
"I am sorry to inform you, your daughter Danielle Jones-"
And as the police officer continued, my father stood there, frozen.
This family is breaking every single day.
Happy birthday to me.
