It's dawn and I'm drunk. I went home, my parents are in the living room. They didn't blame me for being drunk. They know I'm sad so they tried to console me. My mom offered to tuck me to bed, just like how she used to when I was a child. I smiled and sleep peacefully that night. I woke up, I remembered why I was drunk last night. I remembered the reason why I was sad. My parents died last week. I went to their funeral early this morning, and went drinking afterwards. My tears can't stop falling again.