A memory I would bottle up, would be when my Dad was still with my Mom. I would constantly uncap the bottle when I miss him, so I would open it up almost everyday. My memory would be of one night, at 10101 Blueberry Lane in Pevely, Missouri when my Dad came home late one night. I was asleep but I heard the door open and close. I snuck out of my room, and my Dad saw me coming down the stairs to the living room. He just smiled and asked me,"Are you hungry?" I nodded, not wanting my Mom know that I was awake. He gave me a couple pieces of chicken and I sat on his lap, eating. Although, my Mom came down the stairs shortly from hearing the door. She instantly got angry when she saw me eating. She asked my Dad, angrily'"Why did you feed her?!She already brushed her teeth!!"
