 Dad had really hurt me again by not caring about my feelings and how my day was going and what I was enjoying when he got there. This happened so many times in my life where he was right and I wasn't even allowed to voice my opinion. When I had finished the work, I went to the milk barn to milk the cows. Dad was busy milking and wouldn't talk to me. He held his hand out to give me some money. That gesture broke me.