My Family: The Alcoholic Death Of My Father

When i was little i recalled my dad drinking. And it wasn't anything like juice or water or even milk. It was something much more that my dad could never let go. My dad was an alcoholic. The alcohol he consumed was sort of like milk or water to him. My mom, along with everyone in town, knew that my father was an alcoholic.

When you're little you would particularly see a mom and a dad, and they'd be married- or at least you assumed they were. You would make up a scenario about how happily married that family was(married couple equals happy family). Growing up, my parents never married. According to my mother's side of the story, my dad wasn't exactly the marriage type, but yet he’d still want to be with someone till the end of time...just not tied down by a piece of paper of course.

Therefore, a few years later, she left him. Not just for the reason that he was an alcoholic but also because he wasn't willing to marry her after everything they both have been through including having three children. But as soon as my dad knew that she was leaving him, his mindset changed and would now marry my mother any day of the week. The day that my mother decided to leave my father, she also left us-my two sisters and I. It was a sad day filled with bewilderness, but at my age i was still unsure of the things that were going on.

The time passed by like wind blowing to your face and my dad had employed a nanny for my sisters and I. For us she was like our second mom. My dad couldn't exactly take care of three young girls so our nanny took over.

Over the months, my dad would go out drinking practically every night and sometimes get into fights with his friends. My older sister and I would check for my father’s breathing after he’d come back from drinking. Just like playing doctor. It would come to the point sometimes that we thought he was dead, till seeing him wake up the next