I remember the first time I saw Dad take a drink
I remember the first time I saw Mom cry about Dads drinking
I remember the first time my sister told me “don’t worry one day things will be better”
I remember looking into the mirror that day
I remember that day
That day is when the feelings of youth died within me
That day is when I went from a child to an emotionless rag doll
That day was the day I grew up.