For the longest time I can remember... It has always been me and my dad no more less. He tutored me, cared for me and has single handedly raised me. Sometimes I get to recall some details about my mom. Dad never talks about ger, he tells me its not her fault that were in this state but there's no need for him to look out for her for I only see her as an obstacle for my dad to ever go far. I see her as the cause of my fathers absurd drinking, his phscological illness that sometimes deprives him of the ability to be self aware of his surroundings.
I blame her for my fathers sorrow that he as a "man" has failed to cater for. I hate her for all this and much more on my fathers end but as for my end I don't hate her but am actually thankful to her. Thankful that she knowingly deprived me of having such an inconsiderate mother for an excuse, I thank her for leaving me before I even knew her.
But now I guess its official that am never going to uncover the deep routes secret that lies in my family coz I got myself mixed up in bad shit. I don't think I'll ever get to see my dad again for I will often be on the run, running against forces that want a piece of me in every way and I'm scared. I'm scared of dying.
Guess I should have thought of that b4 sniching them out.