Dad was in the living room crying.

It was the anniversary

of when mom left.

He seemed sober,

he's been sober for a long time.

And as tears streamed down his face,

I noticed he was looking

through some photo albums.

When dad glanced at me though,

he looked so broken

so empty.

I couldn't handle it.

I couldn't do this anymore.

I ran out the house

and into the busy streets of Chicago.

Dad yelled my name

but I ignored him.

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.

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