You whine and cry why I couldn't be a better daughter, but wouldn't give me the chance to be a better son.
Instead you cry abusive child and run to hide behind your mom.
Is it wrong to ask you to be a father? If not to me, please don't do this to my little brother. He still loves you and has hope too, that you will step up and be the man he looked up to. Or is it too hard?
I try to be reminiscent about when you used to be a "parent". But all I can remember is your roommate taking me out, so I wouldn't see you wasted on the couch.
"Where is Daddy uncle Jeff? "
"He's uh...sleeping taking a nap." Didn't want to tell me that, after picking me