; 1950
Oklahoma
3 Year old Chris sat alone at the dining table. He knew that it was getting to the time when he should be having dinner.
There was a loud crash in the next room. Chris, being a curious little kid, went to see what had happened.
"Dad?" Baby Chris said when he saw his dad slumped over the couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles. The room reeked of stale alcohol.
"Get out!" His dad yelled, speech slurred. He was drunk. Little Chris didn't know what was going on.
"I'm hungry!" He complained. The father turned around. He flicked a penny at poor Chris's head. Rubbing his head in pain, Chris ran out of the room and returned to the kitchen.
Because Chris's dad always seemed to be drunk, his mother never seemed to be home and his brother was always out, he had learned a few things in his own.
On his tippy-toes, Chris reached up to grab a box of cereal. He threw the box into the oven, turning dials and pressing buttons until it seemed right.
He sat alone on the cold kitchen floor. The house was messy and smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol, not a good environment for a child to grow up in. Unsure of what a good family was, he assumed this was the way every family was.
A while later, he returned to find the oven on fire. Crying, he did the first thing that came to mind; water. He twisted the tap on, splashing water all over the oven until the smoke died down.
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