“Where were you last night?” Questioned my father with his eyebrows drawn in a straight line while the lips followed the trail as he glared at me sitting across the couch accompanied by my mother who did not look any calm herself. I had never seen him so serious and atwitter in my whole existence. Amongst both my parents, my father was the chubby and energetic with his enthusiasm matching a child but the day his expressions resembled a man on the hunt who wanted nothing but to kill or get the kill. His eyes were blazing with anger as if a pack of werewolves had caught an intruder in the family with a tinge of disappointment over the absurd conduct of his only son on whom he might have put high expectations and the realization made me feel awful. Never in a once I had heard my father raisin
