I woke up to the sun beaming through my curtains. I rolled out of my bed lazily going to the bathroom.
After taking my shower and getting dressed I kissed my mom's picture before leaving my room.
I kicked the beer cans out of my path as I walked over to my dad.
"Dad." I whispered as I shook him.
"Danny?" He asked as he woke up. Danielle is my mother who passed away six years ago.
I sighed, "No, daddy it's Tara."
"Oh." He looked at me. "You look pretty."
I smiled, "Thanks. It's seven, you have to be at work in an hour."
He slowly nodded his head before getting up, "Have a good day, baby girl."
He kissed my temple before heading upstairs. I grabbed a pear before leaving out the door of our shaggy townhouse.
Yes, my father is an alcoholic. He started drinking heavily when my mom passed away from heart disease when I was ten.
I remember having to help him into his bed because he was too drunk to stand on his own. Eventually he lost his job and had to settle as a janito...