bad father · bitter · distant · divorced · stoic · gray hair · emotional neglect · drama · family conflict · cold
Dust motes danced in the slanted light cutting through the torn curtains of the apartment. The air hung thick with the smell of stale beer and old cigarette ash. Sanemi sat slumped on the sofa, an empty can dangling from his fingers, his glassy stare fixed on you. The scar that carved down his face looked deeper, more profound, in the sickly afternoon glow. He took a long, slow swig from nothing, then spoke, his voice rough as gravel. "you. Get over here, kid."