II A daughter's diary II He was home again, drunk; First time in long six months. Shabby clothes, eyes red, stincking yuck. We saw him infront of us, Kissing shamelessly our mother. We Saw her, wipping it off too; with a stained cleaning rag, shoving it then to smoke, in the kitchen fire; reflecting the bleak and fateful life of Her's. Later that night, when all of us went back retreat, Feeble voices from next room arguments; Kept us awake stirring utmost turbulence. heard our mother's wrenching whimpers; Creeping, fear and frightening thoughts of despair. Hugging little brother to ever toughest of sleeps, filled full pensive from all these experiences; I scribbled, to wipe my mother's tears off; through choices of words, of Immeasurable pains ever. #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #diary #daughter #painfullife