“WHO DID THIS?!”, Father bellowed, pointing to the heart on his nearly finished work.
I thought it was beautiful… that it’s what the man in the statue needed…
Father’s face was distorted with rage, enough to make the four year old me sob hysterically.
“I FEED AND CLOTHE YOU UNGRATEFUL LOUTS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME…”
I closed my eyes, anticipating the familiar pain of his riding crop…
It never touched me.
I opened my eyes to see Mother clutching the sculpture, her eyes wild.
Father lay limp on the ground, his head creating a crimson pool.