When I heard the sound of a car engine starting, I got out of bed and went to the window. There, I saw my father driving. away. I could hear the faint sound of my mother’s cries. I walked towards their bedroom and found her sitting on the floor, crying and. coughing over and over. I helped my mother up and saw several bruises on her body. “Did he hit you again?”. My mother leaned against the bed, crying her eyes out. I looked around the room and saw their wedding p hoto hanging on the wall. In the past, my dad would never cross thi s line

Ever since he became addicted to drugs, he became more and more irritable, . and he was negl ecting his dutie s to his family. And at this moment, hatred flowed throu gh my veins. “Mom, I hate Dad. I hate hi m with every fiber of my being,” I said. All of a sudden, s he stopped crying a nd grabbed my hand. The box contai ned secrets th at only I knew. I grabbed the key from a particular corner and used it to open the box. Inside, there wa s a tape. Nobody knew that ther e was a troubling secr et hidden in the tape. I had accidenta lly recorded it two years ago

At the time, rumors about my dad and t hat woman were breaking out. After endu ring the shame for a period of time, my . mother finally asked my father about it for the first time. Coincidentally, it was also the first time that they quarreled about this . ma tt er. Back then, I was lying in bed in my room. Even through the door, I could hear them a rguing. I didn’t try to stop them. Seconds . later, I heard my dad slam the door shut when he left. Meanwhile, my m other began crying for a long time