alcoholic mother

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Daddy is drinking again. Mama is too.  Sister and brother, too little to understand. I'm eight, aren't I little, too? Hard ground, river roaring as daddy is snoring.  When do we sleep in a house with a real bed?
You don't know what you're talking about. Stop acting like you're smart. Those statistics are all lies. You can't trust anyone. Stop talking to people. You have to keep it all a secret.
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