“I remember the year you were born, it was in 1987. That’s when your father went through a very bad phase. I remember you because you were the only infant whose dad was in AA. We called you the AA baby.” No one will ever know how I still cry, but this time, each tear … More The AA Baby
My scars bleed sweetly, Heartache escapes fleetingly. I’ve burnt, I’ve raged; Tears trickle down my cheeks. The stench of whiskey still wreaks- My Father, my Creator, my Nightmare. My greatest disappointment in life. Thank you for bearing the scars of my creation.