"Father, what's going on? You never come down here to greet me, is everything okay?" I finally found the courage to look in Father's eyes as he glared at me and I gasped. His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, "Father, are you drunk?" I quietly asked him this and he didn't answer; he just kept glaring at me.
We stood in silence for a few minutes until he said, "It's gone." His voice was so different from his usual suave business-like voice, evidence that something terrible had happened. I hadn't ever seen him like this, so I was extremely concerned.
"What's gone, Father?" I tried to be soothing, but with the amount of nerves coursing through me, it probably came out sounding sharp. Father started taking steps towards me and so I naturally started backing up.
"Everything; our money, our
