"They're fuckin' failing. We go' one kid and they can'' even pass high-school. What'm I supposed to do with that?" Your father hardly whispers from the kitchen, arguing with your mother.

You listened from upstairs. It felt like he'd completely forgotten about being quiet, or he wanted you to hear. Hear every word about how disappointed he is in you.

Kyle loved you. He tried to. He is trying to. But you made it so hard for him. You're the worst child he's had. You're the only child he's had.