4# But one night, when I was five, it was different. Not regular drunk. The…

4# But one night, when I was five, it was different. Not regular drunk. The kind that scares you even if you don’t got the words for it yet. He got sick, hospitalized for days, weeks maybe— and that was the first time I learned fear could live in a child’s chest. I thought I was losing him. I thought love meant watching somebody disappear while you’re too young to stop it.