I remember the way you made my mother feel the day you left. I remember the look in your eyes as you grabbed her wrists and slammed her against the wall. I remember your hand striking her face leaving blood to flow from her lip. I remember the fear and anger flowing through me. I remember the tears. I remember the pain. Do you remember? How could you do that! We didn't deserve it. I remember being pushed down the stairs. I remember the screams the tears. I remember me and my mom sitting alone on the empty kitchen floor. You decided to take everything as if the physical and emotional pain wasn't enough. I hope you regret every thing. I hope you get what you deserve. Because i certainly do regret calling you my father.