My character.

A small piece of a story one person.
Inspires me to this day.
This very short story with a deep meaning.
Don't think, the character is not alcoholic, there were times he drank. But it's all afterwards.

This story began a long time ago.
One day his mother got sick , he helped hard as he can, but the illness won and she is gone .
Then problems in the group , but some could be solve with a cognac bottle and nice conversation, but some was impossible to solve by talking.
Like just for spite, his wife left him, leaving him with two children.
Sometimes he wants to forget, but he can't sink grief in wine and vodka.