My inner child is bawling on the floor right now.
My little sister is a kid. She just ran upstairs cause she got called up here, and leaned on a shelf behind the couch, and subsequently broke it. Immediately My father did what my father does, began to yell at her in anger. And I just had the most vivid memory of when I was a kid, dropping a job of milk and watching it break on she floor, creating a mess everywhere. And I remember trying not to cry as my dad yelled and yelled. And I remember beginning to cry and him telling me to "stop crying or he'll give me somthing to cry about" and I just couldn't. So I sternly responded to him, "she's a kid. Kids break things. (My brothers name) sent a whole computer toppling to the floor when he was a kid. It's ok" and he droned on about how just because she's a kid doesn't mean the damage gets wiped away, and I snapped and said "in a few years you won't remember how she broke the shelf, but she'll remember how you yelled about it" and he lowered his voice and said he wasn't yelling. And me and my brother ran to my sisters defense that he was. And for one in this man's God damn life I think he may have had a moment of self reflection
So I'm crying. Little me, is crying. Because I may never get an apology, or any form of justice.
But my sister will. I'll make sure of it.
May her childhood be better than mine.