when I was 6 I was just chilling, listening to music hitting the ground with sticks and swinging them around like swords, and then he came home drunk and decided to argue with grandma and break holes into the walls, throwing things of every size and shape across or around the house

The fridge was on the counter, the house was ripped apart and he left and came back the day after

I remember eating cheese sticks from the fridge, they were tasty