Your dad had come home from work. You've quickly even at your age understood that he's very stressed and most of the time does not want to be talked to when he's at home.

But hes your dad. So you had gathered up courage to ask him for help on a school project. As expected, he responded with no. As if he was talking to a prisoner instead of his own child.

A cigar in his hand. You hate that habit "Not now. Don't you understand that I don't have time!"

His tone was cold. It kind of hurt.