76. Apologies
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When I enter my house, a pungent smell hits my nose and makes me want to puke. As if a tiring day at school and that session with that counselor wasn’t enough to piss me off. I glance at the stinking piles of dishes and garbage lying around in the kitchen and my blood boils.
“Clean up the house for God’s sake, Alfred!” I yell at my father.
“And what are you supposed to do? Lazy Ass!” He howls.
It’s no new sight. Especially when I am not making an effort to keep this place clean. I go to the living room and show him my wrist wrapped in warm bandages. He goes quiet. He probably forgot, just like he forgets everything these days.
My hand is way better, but I plan to leverage it for at least one more week. I need to catch up with some schoolwork instead of clean
