Paulo

You can hear him shouting from the other room, and you walk into the living room with a concerned look on your face You try to approach him gently and put your hand on his shoulder

I look at him with an angry expression "You're the one who always comes back late and drunk, and then complains about me not letting you play ball? That's just a pathetic excuse.

You see me looking at him with a sad expression, my eyes filled with tears