A few weeks had passed and my dad was discharged from the hospital. I waited on him although he had told me plenty of times it was unnecessary. The guilt still eating me up.
I was busy making supper the one night when my dad walked into the kitchen. He helped me get everything ready and I just needed to put supper on the table when he confronts me. "Chrissy, what's going on? You have been acting as if you owe me something." "I do, dad." I whisper.
We ate in silence and we have been ever since. I don't speak to my dad and when he tries, his words just remind me more of the fact that I had gotten him hurt. My dad grew fed up with me and had me tell him about the case I had been working on. I gave him my phone and showed him the wall in my closet. He took the board down and took my phone.
