“Honey, you in there,” he asked. Without waiting for a response he nudged the door open, taking a long look at me before plopping down on the foot of my bed. I tried not to make eye contact, opting to focus on my studies instead of engage in any sort of conversation. My dad really didn’t deserve it.

Let me start off by saying my life by itself isn’t much. My room is normal. My door is painted a light blue like the walls of my bedroom. There’s a desk off to the right side, snugged ...