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by Tiffany May 14, 2008 category : Life, society / other
When I was young there was a man who always use to drink. He may not have been drunk But that sweet alcohol ran through his veins. But then one day he had to chose between the alcohol or my mother and me. The choice he had was very hard because he did not want to lose us If he had picked the wrong thing. So he chose to never drink and he came home to my mother and me. Sober is what he is now no more sweet alcohol drinks for him I am just glad my StepDa realized Home is where he needed to be.