A week later, we went to visit her family. They lived about 2 hours
away from our house. They were anxious to see her again, and maybe
they could help her remember things.
I kissed her soft, beautiful, sleeping lips. "Wake up, honey, we're
going to see your parents today..." I whispered. She started kissing
me back and I smiled. "I love you, Alli Kat." I said, lifting her up
out of bed. "We have to get ready, beautiful." I said.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, wrapping her arms around my neck. I
could feel her memories coming back to her.
About 2 hour later, we had gotten ready and were at Allison's parent's
house. I remembered picking her up and dropping her off at the house
when we used to go out for movie dates and lunch and shopping. I smiled.
So did she.
I kissed her gently on the cheek as we walked to her door, hand in
hand. We rang the doorbell and her mom got it. "Allison, baby!" she
exclaimed, hugging and kissing her precious daughter. "Mom?" Allison
said quietly. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm your mommy..." Mrs. Iraheta said.
She then looked at me. "Adam, honey, how have you been?" she said,
hugging me. She was such a sweet lady. "I'm good, Allison's starting
to remember more..." I said. Mrs. Iraheta smiled. "Thank you. Thank
you so much. I don't know where my baby would be without you..." she
said sincerely, kissing my cheeks. "She's been calling me, telling me
about you again..." She smiled, and so did her daughter. Allison spoke
up. "So, where's dad? And Carlos and Jackie, my siblings?" she asked.
Mrs. Iraheta's smiled faded a little. "Daddy's out, honey. Jackie
doesn't live with us, she's with her husband. And Carlos is living
away." Allison processed this thought. "Ok...when will Daddy be back?"
I held her hand. She sounded like a little baby girl, asking where her
daddy was. It's too bad she didn't know the whole story.
Suddenly her father stumbled into the door. Mrs. Iraheta cringed.
"Carlos, Allison is back..." Allison was oblivious to the fact that
her father was drunk. She probably didn't know what drinking is.
"Daddy!" she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "What the
fuck?" her dad said, pushing Alli away. Allison look like someone had
just punched her. "What? Daddy, it's Allison..." she said. "Haven't
seen you around. You been out gettin' some? Why you back?" he slurred.
"I've been at the hospital, Daddy. Then I was at Adam's house." she
said innocently. She totally didn't get it.
"Oh, Adam's house, huh? You pregnant yet?" he laughed drunkly. She
looked confused. "No, Daddy, I'm not. Is something wrong with you?"
she said, taking his hand. He shook her off. "Get the hell away,
Allison...Sarah, GIMME A BEER. NOW." he said cruelly to Mrs. Iraheta.
"I'm sorry, Daddy..." she said, on the verge of tears. I felt
horrible. Why did her dad have to be an alcoholic crazy man? "It's ok,
Allison, let's just go to your room, baby..." I said, holding her and
taking her up to her room. "But Daddy..." she muttered. "We'll talk to
Daddy later, sweetie." I said. I hated having to treat her like a
little girl. She just didn't understand anything.
I finally got her into her room. "Adam, what happened to Daddy?" she
asked tenderly. I rested my hands on either side of her face. "Baby,
do you remember what an alcoholic is?" I asked softly. She half-
nodded. "It's someone who drinks alcohol. That makes you go crazy for
a while. But it wears off eventually." I assured her. She looked down.
"Is my dad an alcoholic?" she asked. I nodded quickly. "Sometimes,
beautiful. Sometimes." I kissed her, slow and sweet. "I love you,
Allison. Just stay out of his way for a while." She smiled a little.
"I love you too."
God did I miss hearing that.