Ashamed
A boy confronts his father.
"Look at me, you bastard!" The boy's hands quivered. "Are you that ashamed of me?"
The man turned. His eyes met the boy's.
The boy immediately looked away.
"I think," the man said, deliberately pronouncing every word, "that it is you who cannot look at me."
The room fell silent.
"And yes," he paused, "I am ashamed of your weakness."
The boy's face flushed and he turned away.
The man's voice hardened. "No time for crying! Pack your things."