Got to him herself.

Audrey spent the next day moving her things from her old room into her father’s room. She was going to sleep in there now in case her father needed her at night. The room was large enough for her old twin bed.

Going through her old things was hard. Among her things were many mementos of her childhood. Photos of her mother, of the three of them together, and some of her mother’s jewelry and clothes, her old toys and baby clothes, and some of her father’s old things from before he let the alcohol take him. Her mother was beautiful.But Audrey felt she didn’t take after her in looks.She looked more like her father.

​ Pieces of a life, long gone and forgotten, were scattered around her.Audrey sobbed for a long time, with the remnants of her happiness strewn about.

​ She set a framed photo of the three of them on a nightstand next to her father’s bed. It was taken on her fourth birthday. Doting parents stood on other side of an happy child with a cake covered face.

​ “Here’s something for y