4. Meet My Homophobic Dad
I am greeted with a, "Welcome home faggot," by my homophobic dad who is drinking on a beer and watching a football game. He sits on the couch with a big bowl of cheetos on his lap and beer almost about to fall of the little coffee table. I sigh and head upstairs to my room not wanting to deal with his bullshit, I don't understand why he has to judge I mean for fuck's sake he's supposed to love me for who I am after I'm his son.
I plop down on my bed and stare up at the roof then Mikey pops into my head and I smile. Mikey was sooo cute I mean he had the cutest dimples and his height made him even more adorable I wish I could hold him right now. I feel sorry for the poor lad though he doesn't have a family, but then I let that thought go and tell myself that I can make him happy, I can be the one to put a smile on his cute little face.
I sigh happily then quickly grab my drawing book I close my eyes and picture Mikey then draw him out making sure to catch all of his physical features. As soon as I am done drawing him I smile at my work then gently tear the page out of my book and put his picture under my pillow. I get up then head downstairs to make myself some dinner since my dead-beat dad won't do it ugh I can't stand the man I wish I had another relative besides him.
As soon as I get to the kitchen I head to the fridge and grab what I need to make sandwich and then grab a plate and two slices of bread from the bread pantry. Once I am done making my sandwich I head back to my room, sit on my bed and quickly munch on my dinner then lay down. I close my eyes and let the feeling of sleep overcome my body.