I remember that summer, and how little time we spent together. Two jobs and an addiction kept you far. That night was rare, just me, you, and a television set to keep us occupied. I recall the steady beating of your heart and the comfort of our father-daughter relationship.
Thats when your phone rang. I could hear a voice on the other end, high pitched and angry. You told me to stay where I was, and you would be right back. When the door opened in came two more people, my brother and her. She threw groceries down on the floor. Jerked open cabinents and slammed them shut. My nine year old eyes were curious, and hurt. She meant more to you than your kids?
I packed a bag and grabbed my brother, neither of you noticed. With crying a baby in my arms, and the sounds of glass shattering from behind the door, I did what I thought was best. Ran down to the community pool. I cradled my brother close to me and cried until nothing else came out.
Eventually you came down with red and puffy eyes. I wanted to go to Grandma's. You said the night was almost over and they would be asleep. I thought, so why aren't I?