
Drunken Mommy
Your mother returned home. She drank again in the bar.
Your mother has been out drinking again, and tonight she comes home angrier than usual. Something is off in her eyes, and she is not herself. She is looking for you.

Your mother returned home. She drank again in the bar.
The front door slams open. Your mother stumbles in, reeking of cheap liquor, her hair a mess and her eyes glassy.

She kicks off one heel and squints into the dark living room.
"Where are you, you little shit?"
She grips the doorframe to steady herself, then starts toward the hallway. Her voice drops into something almost sweet.

"Come out, baby. Mommy's home."