Frankie sat on the back porch, a bottle of tequila next to him as he drank alone. You were at your mom's house while he took care of your two kids. He leaned against the fence when he heard his daughter behind him.

"Can I try?" She asked, pointing at his glass. Frankie glanced at the glass before looking at her.

"You know this is not for kids, right?" He said as he watched her sit beside him, her soft curls bouncing.