FAMILY FUEL

My dad suspects me to be a drug addict like the serious type. I can't help but laugh every time he says that to me coz I ain't. Growing up drugs and violence have been in my blackbook which I rarely get to open up and look at for the consequences of reading them out to myself are dire. My dad has been a long term addict of alcohol, illicit brews and smoking. I don't find the smoking part quite absurd for it doesn't look that much harmful but the alcohol and brew section, that to be honest I fear a lot. Being a user for over 25 yrs I can't help but feel sorry for him at his current situation. Drugs forced him to close down his once successful business that caused his fellow co workers to envy and look up to him to now a broker who is struggling to keep his family intact.

Being the first male child, responsibility that are supposed to be his fall onto my shoulder and to be honest, I hate that. He tells me that all this is what I will have to do in the future and much more if I want my household to be successful. All that he has told me might be true but I really hate to shoulder his responsibilities. Growing up he has grown fond of telling me that all he has will soon be handed down to me and would bear my name. I don't need his money so to be clear, I just need his support in the best way that he can offer. Be it financial when he's helping me look for a school to go learn in, emotional when I feel down and am almost tearing down or any other support not that kind of filling me up with empty promises.

I will never count his wealth as mine, as a man that would be too embarrassing. His is his and mine will be mine. He made it possible for me to be able to complete my education and now is my time to prove that those years he has been looking out for me were not for nothing. In return I hope I can help him battle thus war of his of giving up his addiction for truly blood is thicker than water, and because his runs through my veins I will take it as my responsibility to help him battle it out.