“Dad, dad are you waking up?” Charlie asked, tugging at his dad’s sleeve as he slept. There were bottles strewn across the table and his father was still in yesterday’s clothes. “I’m hungry dad and there’s nothing in the fridge.”
His father stirred briefly. “Just 5 more minute Charlie” he mumbled, pulling away and turning his back sinking further into the sofa.
“But dad” he insisted, pulling on his father’s shoulder “you said you’d buy food yesterday and you never.”
“Please Charlie, just give me a few minutes and I’ll get up I promise.”
“But dad I’m so hungry” he pleaded.
“Bloody hell Charlie! his father shouted, dragging himself upright. “Could you not just give me 5 more minutes like I asked?” His head pounded and Charlie could smell the cigarettes on his breath. “Why cant you just be patient?”
Charlie started to cry. It had been this way for a while now, ever since the accident. Things weren’t like they used to be when mum was still around.
“Please Charlie, come here” said his father, reaching out and pulling him close to console him and suddenly sobbing uncontrollably as he held him.
“Will it always be like this dad?” Charlie asked. Memories of her were already fading and some days he didn’t think about here at all. “Will I get a new mum or will we never be a family again?”
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