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It's all my fault
Daddy always told me, “boy, when you
grow old get out. Don’t waste no time.”
He says this, but he ain’t ever left the hills.
Time and time again he comes home from
work tired. He always holds an old, dirty canteen.
Mommy said in that canteen there ain’t no water.
Daddy hits Mommy. It’s my fault. She cried
and cried. Mommy says “don’t drink that there
water that Daddy is drinking. For that is the
water that Jesus turned to wine.” It doesn’t
make sense to me. Mommy says Daddy is
drinking Jesus’s water, but Daddy always says
“It’s hell down there.” I look at him and say
“Daddy, just keep drinking that wine.
You’ll always come back” I thought maybe
that’s why he always came back—he’s drinking
the water Jesus turned to wine. He says “when
you’re down there, the power of Jesus will
never over power the darkness of hell.”
Mommy yells at Daddy for saying this to me.
Daddy hits Mommy, again. It’s all my fault.
