Communication

Communication “If you disobey me and leave, don’t plan on coming back anytime soon.” “I won’t, don’t worry about that!” I yelled back at my father as I swung open the door to my house for what would be the last time for a couple years. “Leave the key too,” he ordered, “Save me the trouble of changing the locks!” After I heard that, I turned and fired my key as hard as I could towards the door. By the time my eyes caught up to the where I had thrown it, I had struck him right between the eyes. The yelling and shouting stopped and I took off running to my friend’s house. The argument had been going on for the past three years. It was an ongoing struggle. Ever since I had been about fifteen or so, we had stopped talking all together. I had my own thoughts and views of the world and I was tired of having to listen to his two cents about everything. Since we did not talk, the only time we did would be during a fight. Yelling and shouting were our only forms of communication. It was if we would look to go father, man, son, old, walter, larry, life, communicate, never, fathers, communication, between, sons, eachother, about, able, time, mortality, go, finally, cycle, communicating, years, way, until, unable, two, story, stories, realizes, good, going, fight, fact