Bang!  Creeeaaaaakkk...

Whoosh.Air.Flies.From.Wood.

Footsteps stalk a china-paved hallway.

They won't look at each other.

Instead of saying,

"I have bad news"

It's

"Why aren't you good enough?  Why did you do this?"

Accusation to satiate your own self-doubt.

Bang!  Creeeeaaaaakkk....

Mom slams the door.

Step, step, she keeps on stepping.

Not a word passes between them.

I tremble at the silence and the noise.

And at the mother who I love

And the father who loves her

And the father who I love

More than anyone in the world.

And there is shouting and sighing and slamming of doors.

But my father,

When he is beaten and tired--

He leaves the house to do yet more work.

And I flinch, exprecting another

Bang!

But my father;

He

Closes the door

Softly.

And I remember that I love him

So much I might die.