Every day.

Push, pull. Push, pull. Poof!

We didn’t see dad again.

Somebody said because he’s too mean.

Somebody because he’s careless.

I believe he’s just scared.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He wouldn’t come home.

Home. Home. Home is a house in a photograph.

It’s not the same anymore.

Mom starts screaming. Ay, she is sad.

We are home. We don’t need him. 

He broke her heart forever.

He broke all of our hearts forever.

No, no, no!

We can’t believe this.

We try not to believe.

We imagine a life with joy.

A life without him.

Bye, dad.