You just stare at your father, looking at his passed out body laying on the couch as you got back from school.

He's blackout drunk again.

You think to yourself, as you let out a sigh. Though it wasn't a surprise for him. He was usually like this. He was never more sober than he had to be. Never been the greatest example of a father.

You lug your book bag to lean against a chair as you then begin to clean up the empty liquor bottles that were all across the coffee table in the living room.

As you do your usual routine, you see your father letting out a small grunt as he slowly moved his body. You sigh once more, knowing to grab some water to help him with his hangover. Knowing how grouchy he got.

"Morning, pa."

You tease him, placing the cup of water in front of him as he's at least now sitting up in his seat.