The Unknown
When their father returned, life was tough for Giffird. Between his parents’ arguing and the regular psychological and physical abuse, holding his head up was tough. There were nights when Giffird, Crystal, and Justin couldn’t sleep—awakened by their parents’ loud fighting, complete with yelling and throwing things at each other. Things seemed so negative all the time, as if there was no hope for the future.
In the morning, Giffird would sneak quietly out of the bedroom to find the apartment trashed, with broken dishes and beer bottles everywhere. Much to his surprise, his parents would be cuddled up together, sleeping on the couch. And he would be relieved they were still alive. The predictable things didn’t faze him; it was always the unknown that was so terrifying.
When their father returned, life was tough for Giffird. Between his parents’ arguing and the regular psychological and physical abuse, holding his head up was tough. There were nights when Giffird, Crystal, and Justin couldn’t sleep—awakened by their parents’ loud fighting, complete with yelling and throwing things at each other. Things seemed so negative all the time, as if there was no hope for the future.
In the morning, Giffird would sneak quietly out of the bedroom to find the apartment trashed, with broken dishes and beer bottles everywhere. Much to his surprise, his parents would be cuddled up together, sleeping on the couch. And he would be relieved they were still alive. The predictable things didn’t faze him; it was always the unknown that was so terrifying.