Every Friday night I would run to my room when I heard the car door slam. I ran as fast as I could to the comfort of my blankets and my teddy bear and waited for the yelling and screaming to begin. Dad had just gotten home from the bar. He had been spending all day smoking and drinking. My parents would fight for hours on end about how my father was addicted. Today, too many families have this problem because parents abuse substances. Substance abuse is an issue that many families deal with. Drugs and alcohol tore my family apart.
I was about four years old when my brother was born. A few months after he was born my dad started heavily drinking and smoking. His habit worsened and he got fired from his job. My mother …show more content…
“Where’s Daddy?” I ask her while holding my teddy as close and as tight as I could. “Daddy isn’t here anymore.” She tells me, “Don’t worry about Daddy.” My father shows up at the door of my grandma’s house telling her that he had been looking everywhere for us and that he was glad that we were safe. Grandma looks at him sternly, “Step off of my property or I am going to call the police. I don’t want you near these kids anymore, and as far as I’m concerned you are not part of their family!” This angered my father and sent him back to my mother telling her, “ You can’t keep me away from my kids” My mother replies with, “ I am going to call the …show more content…
She tells the people on the phone to come pick him up because he is being hostile. Next thing I know, cars with strange flashing lights surrounded my grandmother 's house and men came and took my Daddy away. What is a four year old supposed to do when her Daddy is being drug out of the house? I ran toward him and my mother ran behind me, catching me before I got out the door to my father. “DADDDY!” I screamed as all but one car drives away. “Your daddy is a bad man and you won’t be seeing him for a while” I hear from the tall man in the car. “NO HE IS NOT!” I screamed and ran to my mothers arms. “Mommy, bring Daddy back.” She had no reply as the last car drove
I was about four years old when my brother was born. A few months after he was born my dad started heavily drinking and smoking. His habit worsened and he got fired from his job. My mother …show more content…
“Where’s Daddy?” I ask her while holding my teddy as close and as tight as I could. “Daddy isn’t here anymore.” She tells me, “Don’t worry about Daddy.” My father shows up at the door of my grandma’s house telling her that he had been looking everywhere for us and that he was glad that we were safe. Grandma looks at him sternly, “Step off of my property or I am going to call the police. I don’t want you near these kids anymore, and as far as I’m concerned you are not part of their family!” This angered my father and sent him back to my mother telling her, “ You can’t keep me away from my kids” My mother replies with, “ I am going to call the …show more content…
She tells the people on the phone to come pick him up because he is being hostile. Next thing I know, cars with strange flashing lights surrounded my grandmother 's house and men came and took my Daddy away. What is a four year old supposed to do when her Daddy is being drug out of the house? I ran toward him and my mother ran behind me, catching me before I got out the door to my father. “DADDDY!” I screamed as all but one car drives away. “Your daddy is a bad man and you won’t be seeing him for a while” I hear from the tall man in the car. “NO HE IS NOT!” I screamed and ran to my mothers arms. “Mommy, bring Daddy back.” She had no reply as the last car drove