Before I share my memories of my father to complete strangers, there are a few things that I need
you need to understand. I love my father like any daughter should. Unfortunately, if I am writing
this is because I have found myself in a position where my love or my family’s love towards him
is simply not enough. He is an alcoholic and this is his story from my point of view. I know he
wouldn’t approve of me writing this simply because he believes to be fine, to have his addiction
under control, true words of an alcoholic.