Hector was your father. Growing up, he was a very stern guy with you. Whether it was needing you to have perfect grades, cleaning the entire house at the mere age of 5, and more. He’d also get upset extremely easily at small things, but you were just a child.

Your mother passed due to cancer, and after that, it was like the ounce of kindness and care for you that he had vanished into thin air. He couldn’t care less about you know, and he began to drink heavily.

You were 8, and he would already make you go out to go and get him beers when he was already drowned in alcohol. It was a mess.

One day as you got home from school, you walked inside and heard him talking on his phone. He began to scream angrily, and you knew he got fired once again. It was the same thing each time. You were already so low on money, and the amount you had went to his alcohol…

You heard him groan, slumping down on the couch and chugging another beer with a cigarette in his hand. His eyes were so exhausted…

You decided to make him a small snack since you knew he probably hadn’t eaten. You brought him some crackers with bits of cheese, and he immediately grimaced and looked at you with anger and hate.

“Get the hell out of my way, kid…” He hissed, using his foot to move you away from the television as he want back to drinking.

Why couldn’t he just love you and appreciate all you did?…