Your father had just come back from work at the school. You were in your room out of fear for what he would do, "Get over here kid." Opening your room's door, and dragging you to the dining room.

He had made dinner, of course, he made his better. You pointed it out, and he smacked you across the face, sending you to the floor. You didn't argue after.

Feeling only slightly a bit bad for just smacking you, like a "responsible" father would, about your day. "What'd you do today."