The fiercest fight of the year occurred

“Since you cannot respect me, move out! I am giving you one month from today, August 4,” my Father bellowed. The fiercest fight of the year occurred. It seemed as if everyone clashed against my Father. This war began with my Father walking upstairs, forgetting to turn off the lights in the sun room. Everyone else remained downstairs.“Since you cannot respect me, move out! I am giving you one month from today, August 4,” my Father bellowed. The fiercest fight of the year occurred. It seemed as if everyone clashed against my Father. This war began with my Father walking upstairs, forgetting to turn off the lights in the sun room. Everyone else remained downstairs.Afterwards, he sprinted downstairs and observed the sun room. Assuming that one of us kept the lights on, wasting electricity, he snapped at us. My Mother quickly and defensively blurted that she refrained from using the light. The room heated up, and the stuffy atmosphere brought sweat to our faces. I curled into a ball because once anger sparked in my parents, chaos ensued. I could not bear watching the event.Minutes later, my Mother rushed over to the kitchen and informed us on their other fight. She annoyed my Father which caused him to push her down. The push imprinted a large, purple bruise on her body. She and Bryan considered reporting my Father to the police for physical and emotional abuse. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” I muttered with wobbling knees. “Of course I do. Do you know how many years of my life that fat man wasted?” my Mother spat everywhere.“Even though he does not show it well, he is a good person,” I whimpered.“Boy, stop dreaming and get your head out of the clouds! He only loves his church friends and himself!” Later, Bryan tracked my Father with lightning bolt speed and harassed him with offensive statements targeted to test his authority. My Father, enraged, ordered that he should move out. Both of their faces wrinkled in fury as they spewed fire at each other. I sunk my body in the corners of the chair as I desired invisibility. Hairs on the outside of my ear grew erect and tense, and I darted to my room not wanting to view more fighting.One month later, Bryan organized his items in his car. My legs lost their strength when I noticed his sudden joy to depart.“I know you are more than happy to leave, but try to have a better relationship with Dad,” I insisted.“He does not want a relationship with me, nor do I! Also, this is my problem, not yours, if I want nothing to do with him,” he argued, losing all previous joy.I slouched and dragged myself inside the house. He continued storing his items in his car. Then, I dashed back outside to offer my last words to him before he left.“I know you do not like him, but Dad left a gift for you,” I suggested with a sly grin.His facial expression gradually turned to joy. He leisurely walked over to claim his gift. As I examined the preceding events, trees stopped swaying, clouds disappeared, and a calming breeze massaged my face.