Jason Davenport

I pretended not to know that Dad walked into my room. It was 6am. I would soon have to get up and get ready for school.

But for now, I really didn't feel like seeing him or talking to him. So I pretended to be asleep.

He stood at the side of my bed watching me. Sighing when he saw that I was asleep, he gently sat on my bed and buried his head in his hands.

He looked tired and stressed out. Maybe he really was having a hard time. I wondered if maybe I was being too hard on him. . .

But I banished that...