The girl sits in her room, on a cold night. Its 8 o'clock her dad is in his way home, well he always is around this time. She's terrified of what comes when he walks through the door.
Her homework done, house clean just like her dad said. She hears her father’s rattling truck creep up the driveway.
I am the cousin of this girl, who's never witnessed these actions just heard of them in school, during lunch she'd tell me these stories.
He walks in the house removes his boots, jacket on the door; same routine every night. He goes into the bathroom, brushes his teeth washed his hands, and face.
And then...
A knocking on the door...
They both know who it is, Mom.
A once so beautiful soul, that has been dangered and taken over by a man named Meth.
Yeah, he was powerful; he changed her, the once loving caring mother and wife she was...
was now nonexistent... But her father somewhat believed that somewhere deep inside, she was still his high school sweetheart. He'd freshen up, everyday after work. Cologne, shower, fresh deodorant. Just to impress her.
Still knowing all she came for was money, but he was weak for her... he wanted her back and would do anything to have her...
He'd open the door, there she would stand. Wrinkled and sometimes ripped clothing, bare feet, knotted hair, and rotting teeth. But... in his eyes she was beautiful, a work of art. He once described her as a sunrise over an open sea.
All his daughter saw was a pure waste of life, a disgusting sight to see. So she'd stay in room whenever she came. She'd call for her daughter, but she would never come. She could no longer look her in the face, and refused to blind herself by with the image she used to be... like her father. She felt sorry for him; nights he wouldn’t eat just to make sure she had a plate to eat.
They'd sit at the table, he'd tell her about work... trying to make things like they used to be. Pretty soon she'd cut him off and ask for food. Right away he'd jump, and grab her a plate out of the oven. He'd tell her how much he loves her, and misses her. Even bring up old memories, I don’t believe she listened. That'd be the only time he smiled. Next she'd ask for money, he'd immediately empty his wallet. Gave her everything he had, in exchange he'd beg her to please... please return tomorrow...                His love, His first, His Everything.