The slap rang out sharply, catching Tomas off guard. He stumbled back two steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth when he looked up.

Tomas stared at Robert in disbelief, his eyes confused, as if asking, 'Dad, have you lost your mind?'

Had he really hit him?

"You deserved it!" Robert snapped.

"But they started it!" Tomas protested.

Robert barked, "Open your eyes and look who's standing in front of you!"

"Mr. Johnson, discipline your son!" ...