It was late evening when Joshua left. My dad was on his way home. My dad and I had released some of our secrets and we understood each other. I had nothing to fear. Or so I thought.
My dad walks into the house. A dark cloud forming around him. A type of storm cloud. One that would bring destruction. I shift on my feet nervously. Bracing myself for impact. His eyes fill with hatred. "I wanted a son! I wanted him take over my career! Instead I got a daughter! A weak little girl who has to be kept away from my world!" I watch him in terror and hurt. "I'm not weak." I say quietly. He walks closer and I tilt my chin in defiance. "I'M not weak." I repeat myself a little louder than before. He walks closer seeming not to hear me. "I'm NOT weak." I repeat even louder. Still he comes closer as if
