The trees that passed through me had a new story to tell about the town I was visiting. My dad driving with his cowboy hat to get the country feel and my big brother sitting next to him, texting his girlfriend to break up. And..... I was in the back seat sitting next to loaded bed sheets, which would come in handy when I fell asleep.We were moving downtown after my mother passed away, as dad couldn’t handle the loss, he was losing it each day. He would drown himself with alcohol each night and would either turn up sleeping on streets or badly hurt and thrown in an alley.He would never be
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