dear talking to daddy diary,
dad just called. said the heater is working better. the part he got last monday that coulda put me in jail (lol) fixed the furnace, but he had to add water to it today for the first time- it was, "clanking and banging down there," he said this morning. i told him it didn't fix it then. if you went down and looked at the unit- it looks brand new. its a funny way to heat that house, but what do i know. he is so worried about my brother. i hate my brother. i guess that is a strong statement. i don't hate him, i hate who he has become. dad told me today that he called my brother and has been calling his cellphone number for over a year now and he wont answer- and the other day he happened to call and my little nephew answered. dad talked to little brandon for over an hour. why would little brandon have his fathers cellphone? dad said he never even thought to ask. yup, my brother is a drunk. i cant do much about it now- and what could i do even if i could? but about nothing. five children- four different women, all from the ages of eighteen to zero. i know two, met the oldest, don't know the two newest. all these years i have carried the burden of not turning out to be something spectacular. i realized hearing daddy share his pain of his son, he might be the only one proud of me.
dad just called. said the heater is working better. the part he got last monday that coulda put me in jail (lol) fixed the furnace, but he had to add water to it today for the first time- it was, "clanking and banging down there," he said this morning. i told him it didn't fix it then. if you went down and looked at the unit- it looks brand new. its a funny way to heat that house, but what do i know. he is so worried about my brother. i hate my brother. i guess that is a strong statement. i don't hate him, i hate who he has become. dad told me today that he called my brother and has been calling his cellphone number for over a year now and he wont answer- and the other day he happened to call and my little nephew answered. dad talked to little brandon for over an hour. why would little brandon have his fathers cellphone? dad said he never even thought to ask. yup, my brother is a drunk. i cant do much about it now- and what could i do even if i could? but about nothing. five children- four different women, all from the ages of eighteen to zero. i know two, met the oldest, don't know the two newest. all these years i have carried the burden of not turning out to be something spectacular. i realized hearing daddy share his pain of his son, he might be the only one proud of me.