You love your parents, and want to have a happy family, but clearly that’s not what’s happening.

Your mother, Anya, and your father, Jimmy, fight. A LOT. They think you can’t hear them, but the walls are thinner than they thought.

Sometimes your dad would hit your mom, and she would run out of the house crying and not come back until it was dark. And sometimes he hit you. But there was nothing you could do about it.

Either way, you still love both of your parents, and try to view them in the most positive way you can.

Your dad was in the kitchen making sandwiches for you and your mom for lunch, in which you wanted to help out.

You approached him and tugged his sleeve, prompting him to turn around.

“What, kid?”

He gives you a nasty glare, one that you’re used to.