One Trouble After Another

George knew what he was thinking; he wanted his son to vent his anger for him.

"Fine! You especially hate it when people bring up the past, but you can forget everything, forget the hardships we endured together cramped in a single apartment, unable to even wear decent clothes."

"Forget how I traversed the streets of G city to save a few bucks, refusing to take taxis, saving up to buy you your first suit so you could look respectable."

"Forget the glass ring you bought me from a street stall when we got married, and the vows you made."

"Forget the pickled cucumbers I ate while I was pregnant, and the words you said to me... You don't want to hear any of this..." I stared into his eyes and bellowed, "That's because you're afraid to listen!"

My shout echoed through the office, causing Sam to visibly flinch.