... my dad and I... well... It's my job to walk the dog, and of course, put the leash back. It's the kind that's got the plastic holder that retracts the leash into it and... when my dad opened the closet door, where you hang it up, it fell and hit his foot. He started swearing and then looked at me and screamed, "You little shit!"
... I was scared, so I ran away... and he yelled for me to come back there... but I didn't want to. And before I closed my door, I yelled, "You shouldn't call me that!" ...
He normally... he swears... but he's never sworn at me.. called me things before... *sigh* I... It.... I guess it really bothers me. That's what this poem is about...
