May 21, 2003
My father came through the kitchen door with a BANG!, an ouch and a sob softly trailing behind. I froze where I was, uncertain of what to do. My father stared at me sitting in his chair and strode toward me briskly. I thought he wanted to hug me, comfort me, tell me things would be alright between him and mom. I stood up and extended my arms to receive his embrace. Instead, he grabbed me and tossed me to the side, hard against the wall. He sat down in his chair with a plop! and flipped on the television.