Memory #78

My dad had a mental collapse and took it out on me. He had lost all control and was about kick me out of the house. I was not into drugs, alcohol or anything else immoral. I was only home from college (which I excelled at) on a break. As he rampaged, my mom called. I listened in on another line. "I guess we will give him fifty dollars and send him on his way," my dad stated. I waited for my mom to protest. "OK then," she replied. Something happened that day.