He came home in a drunken stupor. She was sick of seeing him take this route. She opened the door at 4am. "You should carry your keys you know." He stubble's through the door to make it up the red stoop. He yelled in an incoherent state,"This is my house, I get home at anytime I want with or without keys." His breath assaulted her to the core. She ran and went to bed infuriated. The next day, the drunkenness had subsided and soberly he wrote her a two page letter.
Dear daughter,
I am sorry I yelled at you. I know I have a problem that I am dealing with, but it is my problem not yours.(PERO ES MI PROBLEMA he repeated).
-Love Dad
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