Story 1

My dad was mean, right?

So, we grew up scared of him. One time during high school, my younger brother and I stayed out past our curfew. The next day, our dad saw us and started yelling angrily—spazzing out, veins popping, the whole deal. He was really upset. He charged toward us, got close, and raised his hand to hit my brother. But as he swung, my brother caught his hand midway. My brother snapped and yelled, “I dare you!” He was tired. Fed up. He yelled back at Dad with a few warnings and then walked off. I just stood there with my mouth open. Lol. From that day on, my dad left us alone. I watched my brother change the dynamics of our relationship with him in that moment. Dad never raised his voice again. My younger brother saved us. He saved me. Imagine that.