1. Drug Money
"Dad! Dad, what's going on?! Dad!" I I shouted at my father over and over, but he wouldn't give me the answers I was looking for. "Dad what did you do?! Tell me! How did you fuck up this time?!" He just sat there, staring at me. Crying. "I'm so sorry sweetie. I have to go. I love you and your mother so much. I tried to move on. I did. It's just, my past won't let me. I'm only trying to protect you."
I have so much anger and resentment towards my father. He'd rather do his precious drugs than raise my family. Dealing drugs is all he knows. "I hate you! You are a coward!" A tear rolled down my burning cheek. "You'll understand why I did what I did eventually. Take care of your mother for me. Goodbye, Jo." He ran out of the house and headed towards Brooklyn Street. I never saw him again.