I sit at the dinner table looking at my plate but my vision went blurry a long time ago. All I can taste is the saltiness of my tears. Dad has reminded me once again how much of a disappointment I am. I get the grades, I help others, I'm active in everything yet I'm never enough. I look over to my mom and she isn't crying, she's already used to this. No one should be used to this, I almost say what's on my mind but I keep quiet, that's how I was raised. I don't understand how you can treat the people you love so badly. Yelling at them like they are animals. Usually when this happens I'm left to wonder if it's because we are the only people who will forgive him. I don't know if I will forgive this time. I suppose that's my mistake
