C61 Rumors are like knives, and they go down to the bone

"I was eight years old that day and Dad bought my favorite cream cake. But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see his mother come back. Then Dad took a phone call, and it was as if he had become a different person. He threw the phone down and started drinking. I didn't dare make a sound or eat the cake. I just stared at Dad. "

"Dad finished the bottle, cursed, and stood up