The more I tried to defend against the wave of his criticism, the angrier he became. The angrier he was, the more he criticized me.
At a point, I gave in. But, at some point, I couldn’t.
Silent Long kept silent. Dear mother couldn’t help interrupting, “You two stop arguing! It’s getting uglier and uglier. This is not our home!”
But father only scolded at me louder and louder, louder and louder. His words were going to tear me apart, and more people were watching. Then the cappuccino tasted like piss. I had to run away.