The forgettable power of family
I briefly regained consciousness from a drunken rage to find myself kneeling over my father in the middle of a dark street. My right hand was raised far behind my head, ready to be dropped on his face. I remember tears in my eyes and a choked up feeling in my throat. Adrenaline had induced a state of tunnel vision and shock, but even then I knew I had done something that could never be taken back.