(Photo was taken in November 2009 and unrelated to subject.)This had happened so many times already. Got up, went to get some water to drink, and found the floor slippy. It was dad. He had left a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor in front of the kettle and then closed the kitchen door. (What? To hide it?) Took half-an-hour to cleanup. Stink like hell. Gross. Mom and I and my aunt were all cursing when cleaning up. His existence is a big hazard to our safety and health, both physically and mentally.
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