I looked on phone to see the tenth missed call from Jackson. Slamming it on the table with anger, I continued with work immediately. It was insane how we fought so much as adults these days. Things had been more different when we were children.

It had just been a lot different.

There was a time Jackson had broken father’s treasured ceramic. I remembered him instantly crying on the spot, in fear of what father was going to do him. I comforted him, telling him not to cry.

When I heard father’s footsteps approaching, I instructed him to run and hide, while I stood directly in front of the scene,...