I would peak out the window.
I could see them out there.
And I knew what they had come for.
I knew they had come for my father.
But he had left.
He was no longer here.
He had left us.
And I knew he wasn’t coming back.
He had left us to fend for ourselves.
But they still came to our house, and they wouldn’t stop until they had their revenge.
Even if that meant taking it out on us.
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