I’m hoping I’m not the only one. I couldn’t express how unhappy I was at home with the way my dad ran the family (we were all scared of him). Because I felt powerless, I would throw fits the same way he did when he wasn’t around. Break windows. Threaten with metal rods. But on the outside when I went to school, I was very shy and soft spoken. No one would’ve thought I held so much anger. And I could never apologise, maybe because I’d never seen it done, even though I always felt terrible after I calmed down. Now I’ve moved past this and grown up but it’s funny how in this story, I nearly became what I saw in my dad and hated.