How is your father doing nowadays?
"You're a disgrace!" he shouted. "I regret ever having you!"
The wine bottle shattered upon hitting the ground. Mom was sobbing in the other room, but yet did nothing to control her husband. I resisted the urge to shout back at my drunken dad.
But that was last night. Now his big arms enveloped me in a tight embrace. "I love you, Aja," he whispered into my dark hair, his tears moistening it in the process. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
How is he doing, you ask?
I suppose it's complicated.