Dad always had
a reason to be mad.
Back in the day,
I shot mom
with a water gun
(even though
she said I could).
Once,
I had some cheese
when he told me not to
(even though
I ate dinner still).
Another,
I went to my
friend's house
on a school night
(even though
I had done my homework).
At dinner,
I cried over mom
when we had company
and embarassed him
(even though
they were family).
One morning,
he saw I scratched
his car
(even though
I had really forgotten).
But probably the worst he reacted
was when I had to leave school
again.
My dad got mad at me
a lot,
but I guess
he had his reasons.
