The punch was coming from the side, so I lunged forward and up from the seated position. I turned to face him as he pulled his fist back, but the other was already coming toward me. I threw a leg back and across, rotating as I pushed off his wrist with my free hand. I staggered back to regain my balance, and my fingers tightened on my nose as he landed a gut punch. I fell over, braced on my free arm. I gasped for breath a few times before I could breathe steadily.
Above me, my father started laughing.