"Jim, she's upset, I saw her crying when she got home" I heard my mother say.
"Mary, she's probably crying over some boy that rejected her, don’t bug her and let her cry it out" my dad said with no concern.
"No, I think this is more serious, she needs comfort" she spoke back
"Well I'm not going to comfort her if she's crying over some dumb guy" my dad said with a harsh voice.
"Jim, you're being a real asshole right now, she's your daughter and you comfort her no matter what."
"Whatever" he grumbled.
I heard the fridge door open, then slam shut, followed by the sound of a beer can opening. I forgot to mention that my father is an alcoholic and is almost drunk all the time. My mother has two jobs because my father is lazy and doesn't go to work most of the time. My mother is one of the hardest working people I have ever met. She's usually busy, but tonight was different.