My father has a tattoo that runs from
his shoulder to his elbow on his right side; I never thought
anything about it. He works, leaves for weeks at a time but
comes back with pockets filled with money and bags filled with
gold that he auctions off for thousands. I don't know what
he does, but I never thought anything about it because he was
able to sustain a suitable lifestyle for us. He had moments of
anger yes, but he never abused us; he was a loving father. Even
after the death of my mother, his caring character helped us
move forward, and his idea of moving to a new hometown was for
the best of our sanity. However, I could not help but notice
the cold poisonous stare he would often give to my sister, and
his brief moments of violence that he had trouble controlling.
When I watched him beat a robber to an unidentifiable creature,
grabbing his gun and continuously shooting him until there was
nothing more than brain residue splattered all over the floor,
those words in red flashed across my mind; There's
something wrong with dad. I love him so much, but I can't
help to think that he had something to do with the death of my
mother. And I'm scared he's going to do it again. But
to one of us.
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