Every Room Smelled Like Home—Except Mine: A Story of Family, Addiction, and Forgiveness
The moment I stepped through Mom’s door with my younger brother David, the scent of roast chicken and cinnamon rolls hit me so hard I almost forgot why I’d come. I recount how my mom’s cooking used to mean safety, but now it only reminds me of the home I lost to my father’s alcoholism. Our family drama unfolds in a single evening, as old wounds are reopened and the possibility of healing hovers just out of reach.