Troy and I arrived at my father's residence. Many memories flashed before me. This place was where I lived after father got me back from my grandparents. I never felt at home for some kind of reason. Now I know why, because the mother-daughter pair never once regarded me as family.
Troy stopped at the front door entrance. I didn't wait for Troy to open my door and exited right away. I was just reaching for the door knob when I heard an object breaking.
I paused for a while and looked back at Troy who was just standing behind me. I made a worried face to him. He held my hand gently and squeezed it as if telling me that he was there we me.
I opened the door. There I saw at the bottom of the staircase Julia was sitting on the floor crying. I can see many broken objects around. Then I see father holding a vase trying yo throw it while Victoria was trying to stop him.
