Icky Smell

It was that all too familiar smell that just seemed to fill the house. I always knew when dad had come home because I could smell that odor well before he came in to kiss us good night. It was so strong, so thick, and so potent and there was no escaping it. I would have no way of knowing that dad reeked of alcohol, I just remember that sickening smell. I didn't like it when daddy smelled that way because it meant that he would be mean sometimes. I loved the nights when daddy didn't smell like that because we would have so much fun together. But when daddy came home and that smell filled the air, I would try to pretend to be asleep before he came in.