I walked through the front door and saw my dad sitting in the living room watching TV. I observed him as I took off my shoes and placed my keys on the hook. My dad always looked so tired. He was a mechanic at the city garage during the day and then a few nights a week he would work at the bar his brother owned. My mother said it was a waste of time and that eventually the bar would go under. It was nearly a daily argument for the two of them these past few months. I knew my dad’s loyalty and he would never stop helping his family. Even if it meant being exhausted and dealing with whatever crap my mother would lay on him.
“Hey Pops,” I said and went to sit with him on the couch. I could hear my mother in the kitchen on the phone with what I would assume would be my grandmother since she w
