"Cain!" My father yelled. I was in my room cleaning because my room was a bit of a mess and I left and went down to my dad and he was drunk. He must've went out last night and bought beer and got drunk now. He was yelling at me saying "Why do you have to be here? I hate your guts. Your worthless and don't mean anything to me, and every time I look at you, you remind me of your mother, you look just like her!" This is the first time I've heard him talk about her. I've never got to learn about her because I always ask about her and he wants to keep it from me. "She thought she was all that, and after she had you, she died because of you and it's all your fault, she said she was gonna leave with you after you were born but I was gonna talk her out of it, but then you killed her!" I was upset at this point. I didn't really know anything about her except that I was blamed for her death.