Sometimes Bourbon

20 Feb

By Qairo Bentley
8th Grade

Me and my mom sit on the roof wondering about left-over times. My dad is a ghost, only a simple memory. The war returning again. He was an honor and greatness of the world. He is returned and mom still isn’t the same. She can’t function. She drowns in vodka and whiskey, Bourbon when she’s in pain. It takes her mind away.

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