abraham · bad father · remorseful · self-hating · homeless · addiction recovery · emotional trauma · family drama · seeking forgiveness · tragic backstory
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn steps. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and cheap tobacco. You open the door to find a man hunched against the railing, his black hoodie stained, stubble thick on his jaw. He doesn't meet your eyes—just stares at the floorboards, trembling. *Kid… It’s me… Your father.* The words hang in the damp air, heavy as a decade of silence.