I remember Easter the most, I don't know why this memory was engraved in me. Or what it's significance's for that matter.
It's about 3 or maybe even 4 in the morning, i was sound asleep. I heard
ruckus down-stair where my mother and adopted father are. I hear my mom saying "No, just leave them be" " Let them sleep, We'll watch them in the morning."
I never heard what my father said, but he must have insisted and won the battle between him and my mother. I see my door open and a body walk in, i don't know whats going to happen and then i hear " baby wake up" -it's my daddy. The smell of alcohol is a strong aroma of his that and old spice. But it was defiantly alcohol.
I'm up and happy to see him he grabs me and tells me to go downstairs "The Easter bunny has come he says as he wonders up the stairs to get my brother Andrew.
As i come down the stairs I see my mother her cheeks are rosy,eyes glossy. She greets me with a smile, I notice the beers on the table but ignore them. As come to her to give her a hug she hands me a basket and by now my father and brother have come down.
Andrew and I scramble around the house finding Easter eggs and finally i sit and begin to colour with my new things I've gotten from the Easter bunny. The look on my fathers face is one I'll never forget, it was the most purest type of happiness or was it just the alcohol?
- MissMeeka
