“… He built me a house in the arms of a tree. He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream. When he looks in my eyes, I hope he can see that my dad’s a hero to me.”
I forgot when was the last time I cried my heart out. To tell you the truth, I am not sure I ever did. Sour as it was, I saw a reflection of mine standing on a corner of the most unfamiliar room we have ever been in, imagining words that could possibly beat up the strongest person we looked up to.
Cruel as it was, I closed my eyes as she kept sweeping off the finger through pages on her hands and let me take the fall. I swear I bawled my eyes out, but why didn’t she cry? I never know what was on her mind, but I begged everyone to stop her.
The Loudest Backyard 