When I was 6 years old, my life changed for good.
My daddy went to rehab and we had to move out of our home
to my grandmother’s house.
I didn’t know about anything that was happening,
all I knew was my daddy wasn’t there anymore.

When I was 7 years old,
I started visiting my daddy in prison.
I still didn’t know anything.
I was still in the dark.

When I was 8 years old,
my brother finally told me that my daddy was on drugs.
I cried to my mommy in disbelief,
then she told me the truth about my life.

When I was 14 years old,
my daddy was released from prison after 7 years.
I just recently found out what the charge was.
I could finally ask the questions that only I didn’t know the answers to.

When I was 16 years old,
I found a book in my car that my daddy had filled out.
I guess it was a drug recovery book and
when I read it, I got a small clue of how my daddy felt,
about himself and his drug problem.

But at 17,
I still have questions…