"There will come a point in time where you'll need to leave everything behind and forget about me," He sounded frustrated when he spoke as he paced back and forth on the dirty rug of the dimly lit room, "And when that day comes, you'll be the only one left." He stopped and stared me down with his intimidating gaze.
"Father, whatever do you mean?" I asked and masked my face from his expression; it terrified me.
"You're young… and stupid. You wouldn't understand now," He shook his head frantically and continued pacing the floor, his body moving erratically, "What if you never understand?" He seemingly asked himself this question and I quaked in fear as he approached me, his presence towering over my frail and cowardly one.
"Father?"
He never did explain what he meant that day. He never did explain anything after that. All I ever got out of him was silence, and I hated it.
I hated the silence that we were forced to live in.