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what drives children to drink
Young Alcoholic
by AlvinTEthington
It was about 11 p.m. Mommy had gone to bed, and Daddy was out at the bars. He never visited me until he came home from the bars. He always had liquor on his breath.
He promised to make me not tell. He said horrible things would happen to me, such as they would put me in an orphanage for troubled children. I hated his visits.
But I had found a way around it. I got drunk, too, although I was only eight years old. I would go to the liquor cabinet after Mommy went to sleep and before Daddy got home and take out some vodka. That way Daddy didn't know I was drunk and the pain didn't hurt so much.
"Jennifer! What are you doing?"
"Having a drink, Mother. Isn't that clear?"
"Why, in God's name?"
"To lessen the pain of Daddy's visits."
"Daddy's visits? What do you mean, child?"
I passed out on the couch.
Through the eyes of a child writing prompt entry
It was about 11 p.m. Mommy had gone to bed, and Daddy was out at the bars. He never visited me until he came home from the bars. He always had liquor on his breath.
He promised to make me not tell. He said horrible things would happen to me, such as they would put me in an orphanage for troubled children. I hated his visits.
But I had found a way around it. I got drunk, too, although I was only eight years old. I would go to the liquor cabinet after Mommy went to sleep and before Daddy got home and take out some vodka. That way Daddy didn't know I was drunk and the pain didn't hurt so much.
"Jennifer! What are you doing?"
"Having a drink, Mother. Isn't that clear?"
"Why, in God's name?"
"To lessen the pain of Daddy's visits."
"Daddy's visits? What do you mean, child?"
I passed out on the couch.
He promised to make me not tell. He said horrible things would happen to me, such as they would put me in an orphanage for troubled children. I hated his visits.
But I had found a way around it. I got drunk, too, although I was only eight years old. I would go to the liquor cabinet after Mommy went to sleep and before Daddy got home and take out some vodka. That way Daddy didn't know I was drunk and the pain didn't hurt so much.
"Jennifer! What are you doing?"
"Having a drink, Mother. Isn't that clear?"
"Why, in God's name?"
"To lessen the pain of Daddy's visits."
"Daddy's visits? What do you mean, child?"
I passed out on the couch.
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Writing Prompt Write a short story (100-500 words). The story must include a child's perspective of an object or situation. The story may be told from the viewpoint of the child, or an adult. |
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