Jay
My eyes are so swollen. I have been crying non-stop. Kista keeps laughing at me. My father finally noticed what was going on and told me to get off my brother. Kista's demeanor changes as soon as my father speaks. I guess even time can't erase my father's influence over him.
"Kista, how are you feeling?" My father asks.
His obligatory concern will be followed by questioning and a detailed game plan. He doesn't change at all.
"I am fine, father. Just a little tired is all." Kista says with a forced smile.
My father quickly asks about the only things he wants to know about.
"Do you know who did this to you?" He asks.
Kista shakes his head.
"I was kept in a small room attached to machines like these here." He says pointing at the heart rate monitor.
