I remember when my mom was drinking wine with sprite.
Casually sitting in that grey chair she loved so much. It was a weekday and not an occasion to drink.
We where watching a movie, I don't remember witch. I wasn't really paying attention.
I didn't live there at that time but it was still home.
She went for a cigarette.
And I knew exactly what to do, I had been thinking about it the entire movie.
Remember thinking I was so smart. Almost funny, humour.
I took the glass. Went to the kitchen and poured it down the drained. Like I wanted to do with all the liquor in the world so my mom would never be drunk again.
I paused. Felt that and filled it with sprite.
Put it back in its place and pretended nothing had happend.
She was to drunk to notice. Or maybe she did but was to embarrassed I never knew anymore. I didn't know her anymore.
I remember thinking I was so smart, witty.
So fucking sad.
So sad.