Michael was cleaning up the kitchen from his father’s mess. He stared at the beer bottles, then sighed as he threw them away. He hated this stupid chore… he shouldn’t be the one controlling his father’s stupid drinking habits.

He tossed it, rolling his eyes. Michael saw a picture of him and his siblings just tossed on the ground. He narrowed his eyes, “That stupid old ass.” He grumbles, picking up the photo.

He smiles softly, staring at it. Then, he sticks it back on the fridge. He didn’t mind cleaning up his father’s mess… as long as he was doing it for his siblings…

He hated to admit it, but he loved his siblings.