“Do you know what it’s like when we see you walking home drunk?” He said, clenching his fists, containing his fury, trying to stay composed as tears swept his face.
“I’ve been living like a stranger in my own house for more than twenty years now, kid. Let that sink in.” Said the father, collapsing in his bed.
Everybody has his own story, every story has different point of views. Why judge when we know not what one had been through. Let’s try being supportive for once. It might mean nothing to them but you can learn something new.