About Daddy's drinking problem.
Anybody who knew him would never have suspected that he was harboring such dark secrets. He never broke out the booze until after Harper and I were in bed and presumed to be asleep. That was when he would let his demons out to play.
Mom usually started the fights, though, so it was kind of her fault. She should have realized at some point that she should just leave him alone when he was like that. When he was drunk was not the time to start nagging him about helping her out more around the house.
Despite everything, though, they did love each other very much. You could see it in their eyes. Now, you can try and tell me all you want that it was only an act for my sister and I, but eyes are the windows to the mind. The look in one's eyes says everything when not a single word graces their lips.
Daddy never did give up his drinking habits, but once he felt that Harper and I were old enough to recognize his problem, be began to go out and drink. Every Friday night was the same. He'd come home from work, have dinner with the family, and then mysteriously slip off into the night, and when he would return home around midnight, his breath reeked of the bar.
And then there was the night that he didn't come home.
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