Reviews for Oblivious Carelessness
Lee Sempai chapter 1 . 7/27/2012
Your poem touched me. My step father was an alchoholic, and I remember the worst time. My mom was out, and I was in her room with my little half sister asleep. My step dad stumbled in, drunk, then collapsed on top or next to me. I crawled out carefully, grabbed my stuff, dropped it in the living room, then ran back to shake awake my sister so that she could sleep in the living room. But as I reached, my dad grabbed my wrist. I froze, and it felt like liquid ice was dripping through the hollow of my spine. But he batted my hand away, and snuggled against my four year old sister.

Now, my mother divorced him.

This poem made me feel better.