He laughed mockingly. “That unlucky girl, working in the funeral business and never even giving us any money. Raising her was worse than raising a dog. Good riddance, I say.”
At that moment, rage flooded my mother’s face. She slapped him hard, yelling, “Are you even human? She was your own flesh and blood!”
Caught off guard, my father stumbled from the impact, his face twisted from the blow.
“What the hell? Have you lost your mind, hitting me like that? Looks like I’ve been too soft on you all these years!”
With fury in his eyes, he lunged at my mother, then he beat her with his fists and kicked her with his legs.
