"Hey daddy," I greeted with a smile, acting nonchalant as I walked into my parent’s bedroom, "you called for me?" I asked even though I had picked up the phone call and he'd told me to come into their bedroom. "I did," he answered me as he sat on the corner of their bed, moving his hair out of his face and holding a joint in between his lips, "close the door behind you," he instructed and I turned to close their bedroom door. I saw my mother leave their bathroom with a silk robe on. "What's wrong?" I asked him, wondering what this could be about. I know it's not going to be about dropping off some drugs to clients because I'd done that already. "I told your father everything," my mum responded as she walked to the bed and sat beside my father, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and p

