We were Invited to a party; we knew we had to go.

Bella was invited too.

We call and pick her up, no need for a two car drive.

She clambered onto the back seat of my car, sat quietly, responded to this, responded to that. Husband and I shared that look.

New faces at the party  introduced themselves to us as the parents of a guy we knew.

We sat on a sofa, the new people in tow. Bella interrupted the flow of conversation, ‘Do you have any children?’ The glass of wine tilted in her hand just so.

Husband and I glared at Bella to prompt her mistake. I looked a little closer, you guessed? She was drunk.

She said she felt tired, insisted on the need for rest.

Our evening had ended.

I felt heart-sick with sadness to see her like that. Her hand by her side, wrapped in a ball, my baby’s hand still.

Husband was fuming – said she was a disgrace.

We bundled her in the car. Drove home, not speaking. Her head was on a swivel, said she saw a lad she knew. He drove his car close behind, followed our tyre tracks, until we pulled into the courtyard.

I did not park my car; we had no reason to stay.

Husband told her ‘get out.’

I don’t know what she did that evening. She might have gone to bed or hooked up with that lad, the one who tried to kiss our bumper.

Husband and I went home, stared at the television set.

With no enthusiasm to chat.

Addict Child by Lesley Sefton buy on amazon

I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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