Seventy-two: I'm happy to be here

I stand completely still, my hands behind my back as my posture tightens.

"Is this fun for you?" My father asks me, shoving his pointer finger at me. My head gets knocked back and my body follows before catching myself with a stumble.

"I-is what fun?" The corners of my lips threaten to turn downwards.

"Watching me take care of you while you stay completely selfish. Do you not understand that I'm suffering because of you?" He squats down, bringing his hands to his face.

Tears fall down his cheeks and onto the floor. Light sobs fill the room and I can't help but copy his crying.

My hands come up to my face to wipe my tears away.

I don't know why I'm crying because of him. Maybe it's this love I still have for him that makes me upset when he cries.

"I-I'm sorry." I hiccup, watching him lift his head. He crawls towards me, bringing himself upwards and wrapping his arms around me.

He places his chin on my shoulders and softly cries.

Maybe this is a turning point? Maybe he will finally real