the first of many broken stories to come

TO MY DAD
“Mija, I’m going to run to kwik trip quickly and getting stuff to make some breakfast” dad says
I look up at him rubbing my tired eyes having just woken up, “okay”
I look at the clock, its been an hour since he left me in this trailer
It was his weekend and mom had no idea this was consistently happening
He finally shows back up with bloodshot wide eyes
He smiles at me and throws my favorite peanut butter cups at me and begins making eggs whilst sipping his coffee
“Where were you daddy?”
“Kwik Trip mija I told you”
“But why did it take so long”
“It didnt mija i just got held up paying and at the gas pump”
“Okay” i say not sure what to believe in my 7 year old mind