And he blames God. (Completed)

Part XXIX

It was christmas morning.

It was weird without dad around. Ever since we left dad, all alone, crying at home. Whenever I thought of dad, my heart ache. I miss him. He's not a bad person, I know that. But somehow, he choose to forget he was ever good. He drown himself in alcohol because he couldn't bare the pain.

If he were to open up years ago, my dad would still be here. Sitting in the dining room, eating breakfast with all of us.
Everyone has their breaking point, and last week mom had hers.

So did we, dad.

I need you to come back dad, and fix everything. Be the man my mom once loved. Be my dad. Be our dad. Come back.