This is our home and there will be some ground rules you will need to follow while living here. First you need to find a regular, full-time job. Secondly, you will be required to pay rent and…” “I won't get a full-time job! I will continue to work on my paintings and ceramics. I didn't want to go back to your house. I had no choice. You just don't understand what I've been through. Why are you giving me such a hard time? I am a twenty-four year old woman. I don't need you to tell me what to do." Suddenly the table shook and some of the gravy spilled from the bowl onto the table. I looked up at my sister, who was now standing. Her eyes filled with tears. “ Sit down, young lady! I'm your father,” Dad shouted. “You're a liar! You're not my father!" There was a moment of complete silence, then Abby stormed out of the room. I sat there frozen. What did she say? Why would she tell Dad? I didn't know what to think. I looked at Dad. His eyes expressed confusion and sadness. He got up and left the dining room without saying a word. My mother rose from her seat and followed him. I heard the front door open slowly, and then that