and I got a call from my mom, usually before any of my fun starts
& she's telling me to come home because you we're drunk.
I would* always come right away
because I believed in the fear in her voice
when she mermered over the phone
I just had to listen.
But as time when by and I grew older
and gained a better understanding of my family
I realized that I hated when that happened
& after a while I didn't wanna listen to my mom
....when you said "come home".
"baby come home, your father is drunk"
......but mom! i just got here
"just come home, he will yell at you, you know how he gets"
She was right.
I do know how he gets.
How can someone... a father get like that towards his wife... his kids.
I'll never forget my sisters screams
"Daddy your drunk"
"Daddy your drunk"
It was always weird because my father isn't the type to apologize
So the next morning would be totally awkward
Because he would just act like nothing even happened
...but in reality a lot happened
...a lot of internal hurt happened
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