I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers tracing the edge of the worn-out comforter, gifted to me from my mother. But I wasn’t holding it to feel the texture. My mind was miles away, racing, and spiraling around the train wreck that had just been my life for the past few hours. My father’s anger still echoed in my ears, the pains of the words he said to me replaying themselves over and over again in my head. "You’ve destroyed everything I’ve built!"Tears burned behind my eyes, but I ...