My father stumbles in, bottle in hand, and drunk out of his mind. He looks towards me and a look of sadness disguised with disgust overcomes his face. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and saunters over next to me, dragging his feet.
"Well?" He asks, staring at me waiting for an answer. I didn't know how to reply to him. I watched in silence as he tried to search my eyes for answers.
"I have homework to do." I turn around and am about to make my way upstairs when his next sentence stops me in my tracks.
"The maid tells me you've been bringing boys around here." Silence fills the room and it hangs in the air, thickening it. I blink and try to think of something to say to him.
"She is mistaken by my friend May."
"How could you do this to me Hyemi." Hyemi was my mother's name. My father drops down to his knees and begins to bawl. The bottle of beer he was carrying smashes to the floor and the stench of alcohol creeps up to my nose.
