My dad slapped me on his birthday. “what kind of w…

said, handing him my small box. I watched his face as he opened it, white, then red. His hands shook. The room went quiet, and then he exploded. “What kind of worthless, pathetic junk did a cheap replacement like you dare to give me?”

The slap came so fast, I didn’t see it. Just felt it. The crack echoed louder than any voice. My cheek burned. I tasted continue reading …