The sheer RAGE. It’s a slow burn, then a flash, every time I think of it. My father, a bricklayer, a man of concrete, completely lost when it comes to my sister. Puberty. Her period. He just... shuts down. Says he doesn’t have the intuition, that mother would have known what to do. But she’s gone. And he just stands there, hands in his pockets, like she’s some sort of structural defect he can’t fix with a trowel. It makes me want to scream. This isn’t a goddamn battlefield, where you just follow orders or die. This is his daughter. And he’s FAILING her. How can someone so… solid, be so utterly useless?