I placed it on the floor as gently as I could with shaking hands, tossing the box to the side. It rattled amongst the empty blue vodka bottles, and knocked over a tower of beer cans I had built yesterday. I didn’t have any alcohol left in the house. I didn’t usually have “leftovers” anyway, but I did a thorough sweep just in case. When I got the text that my dad had finally passed yesterday, I made a promise to myself. One week without drinking. If I can make it one week, then I would reward myself by seeing my family again.
