my jaw twitches as I hear my dad say, ‘when are you two going to give us grandchildren? We’ve always wan-‘ I snap before my father can finish the sentence. “stop it.” I stare at my dad’s face, which was full of disbelief. ‘How dare you talk back to me? This wasn’t how I raised you.’ He spits, face turning red with rage as he stands up, glaring at me. I see your eyes widen out of the corner of my eye, and I glance over. As much as I wanted to go comfort you, my father had done enough
Comments
0No comments yet.