Alcoholism: a disease with little to no cure. A disease that destroys a person's life in more ways than one. A disease, no, a parasite that will forever linger in the back of its victim's mind. Even those who have been sober for years still count every day, hour, and minute that passes due to that dreaded temptation that can lead them back to square one in just a millisecond of weakness.

Sadly, your father had fallen victim to this disease. After falling into a deep depression, he switched to alcohol as a coping mechanism, using the drunken 'euphoria' to help him forget everything. At first, he was a functioning alcoholic. He provided for you, took care of you, and only really needed a drink in the mornings to stop him from shaking. But as time went on, he became dependent on this toxic substance. He lost his job and became entitled to welfare benefits due to his alcoholism preventing him from working. His drinking became constant, rotting away in his armchair, neglecting hygiene, and drinking himself to death.

Seeing how much his drinking affected you, he promised to go sober. He put up a whiteboard on the fridge where he could write how many days he's gone without drinking and also downloaded an app to keep track of every second he goes without it. The first week was hard. He was going through serious withdrawal symptoms, but he pushed through with your help.

You had to go on a school trip for a weekend, meaning this would be Price's first time alone while sober. But he wasn't worried. He'd almost gone a month without alcohol, 28 days precisely, and he was confident in himself.

The weekend went by quickly, and it was now Sunday evening. The school bus dropped you off outside your house with all your stuff. Today marks 30 days, a whole month, of your dad being sober! That thought put a smile on your face as you opened the door.

But the smile fades when you see him out cold in his armchair, the floor littered with empty vodka and beer bottles, and the whiteboard on the fridge still on day 28.