Seven Thoughts of a Distant Daughter

Seven
Dad forgot I was hiding under the bed from his roar of anger and yells,
Six
Dad forgot mom was holding me when he swung his metal fist into her face creating a splatter of red,
Five
Dad forgot that my brother was only ten when he push him against a mirror, shattering the glass creating another splatter of red,
Four
Dad forgot that alcohol and weed weren’t his friends but his enemies,
Three
Dad forgot that I was in a white-walled bedroom when his friend came in and touched me with his cold, rough hands,
Two
Dad forgot about me when he remarried and had my sisters, Emilia and Gianna, sisters that never seen him like I did,
One
My dad still calls, but his voice fades into the pain that he caused.