After taking my shower and getting dressed, I take one big inhale and exhale before leaving my room, and walking into the hallway, to go downstairs to have this dreaded conversation. “I really don’t wanna do this.” By the time I had reached the last flight of stairs that lead to our the lower level of our house, I could see my father and Jared having a very animated conversation. Their arms were flailing about, when they were speaking or reached out, in an almost agonizing move, pleading to the other. By the time I had to hit the second to the last step I could clearly hear some of their conversation and the agitation in Jared‘s voice when he spoke with my father. My father on the other hand stood stone face with his hands on his hips staring down Jared. “No! There is no way in the world
