I blacklisted myself from the rooftop from then on. It was four days straight. I skipped lunch sometimes, dinner, too, if my parents went home late. Which became often because dad was obviously avoiding another argument with me. Or was it even an argument if he was the one doing all the talking.
I thought our house would be in chaos once we came home after that announcement. Surprisingly, and unfortunately for me, dad was silent. Something got his tongue stuck and I wondered if the school director, Mr. Silvero, had a good lecture on him. Although nothing on my father's face changed. The staff at home were made aware of his sour mood. And how different it was from normal days.
It continued when he left home early and came back late. Even mom could not get to talk to me because she had to
