Free write
Alcohol is my sister.
My dad always favored her growing up, and I hated her for it. I swore that I would never want to see her again once I got out of the house. As I've grown older, I've realized that she wasn't bad. It was the way my dad handled the two of us that I hated. I see her every now and then, but we don't say much......or for long. That's probably for the best.
My dad always favored her growing up, and I hated her for it. I swore that I would never want to see her again once I got out of the house. As I've grown older, I've realized that she wasn't bad. It was the way my dad handled the two of us that I hated. I see her every now and then, but we don't say much......or for long. That's probably for the best.