Why my brothers great

He was drinking. A Drunk?

but a father too?

He was drinking. A Drunk .

But my mother knew

he was drinking.  … A lot and

He was… drinking….but

My brother didn’t know what to do

He wasn’t the father I knew

I’d hear the sounds of footsteps dragging…everything suddenly felt Askew

He was a drunk.

My brother was the parent from my point of view and it was such a big image to have to live up to. He was Drinking.  He was a drunk.He was drunk.

And soon the walls would muffle the sounds of confrontation and I knew All too well how they would argue and send the night into a new

Direction….Filled with uneasiness in the air and the unpredictable behavior of my father . A father who never knew anything but the bottle to take away the worries of a new world …. And of a a family he so desperately needed to provide for …  After he flew so far from the farms he forever left behind.

But falling and stumbling back to his room he sleep to start another day in a new world he barley knew. And frightened by the fight fought that night … i'd go to bed too & like a n old saying tird and true my mother would tell my brother to 

go to sleep and one day she would say

you will be better than everything you ever knew…