I was stunned when I entered the house and found things scattered inside. Broken and overturned chairs littered the floor. I saw Daddy sitting on the sofa, his head bowed and a beer in his hand. I also noticed his hands with wounds and bleeding. I slowly approached him and then sat next to him. I didn't say anything. I just wrapped my hands around his waist and hugged him. Suddenly, he cried, and I felt sorry for my Daddy and comforted him.
"Your mommy is gone, Yellow," he said in a raspy voice. "She left us and went with another younger guy that she had a relationship with!" He hurled the bottle, which struck the wall and shattered into fragments. I was not surprised by what he said. I have known for a long time that she has a boyfriend. I have told Daddy several times that I always see
