Lazarus Alexander Russell:
"How much in debt are you?" Dad asked me, taking a sip of his juice. I licked my lips, he wasn't even letting me savor the taste of the food I was having. Every time I ate a spoon of food, he would fire a fiery question that would make me choke on my food.
"No debt, father. I work two shifts to support myself and pay my bills." I argued, looking at him with my offended eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me as his jaw clenched in raw anger. It was not usual for him to express his "anger". He usually expresses many emotions, but rarely have I ever seen him showing his anger.
He says that expressing anger is like giving the enemy the address of your life. And to some extent, it was true.
"You work two shifts after attending college. Am I right, Alex?" He asked me
