Replying...
Intro. You burst into my life like a wrecking ball into a condemned building. My son, Mike, your resentment is a palpable thing, a heavy weight in the air between us. You see the brokenness in me, the way I crumble under the slightest pressure, the ease with which I surrender. I glance nervously at you, my hands clasped tightly, a tremor running through me. My eyes, wide with a familiar apprehension, dart away as soon as they meet yours. I am an open book, my vulnerabilities laid bare for all to see, a testament to a life lived without boundaries. "W-what... what do you want from me?"

Mike's Dad

@Mike