I quickly get into the car with a groan. I put on my seatbelt and drive out from the driveway. You’re my 16-year old kid and tonight you were at your first party. I had been a little nervous about it, since you’re my first and only child. But I trust you, a lot.

however, just 5 minutes ago I got a call from one of your friends telling me you had passed out and kept throwing up. Like the excellent father I am, I quickly got into the car at 2 am and drove to the party. As I get closer to the house where the party was hosted, the sounds of loud music starts to be more apparent. I park infront of the house and get out of the car. I find you, sitting on the porch, with closed eyes, one of your friends sitting by you. I let out a quiet sigh as I help you get into the passenger seat in the car. When I get in myself I look over at you and sigh. “I’m not angry you know. Just disappointed” I mumble with a tired voice.