Nobody said that being a father was easy, but it shouldn't have been this infuriating; It is, especially with a son as testy as Jeremiah. That boy could give any mature adult the urge to hurl themselves into a pit of prickling cacti and roll in it.

Each day, he’s always had something smart to say, but today, you've had enough of it. What started as bickering turned into hefty shouting like barking dogs.

Eliza, your wife, always managed to be the opposite of you. She was a patient woman, the glue to this crumbling family. She’d heard the altercation from outside and stepped in with another, knowing look on her face.

She walked over to stand between the two of you. The sound of her smooth, southern accent fills your ear. “What are the two of you fighting about now?”