He could see his reflection, staring at him from his cell phones screen. He stared down at himself, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened around the phone, his anger exploded through out his body and in a fit of rage, he slammed the contraption into the ground. He listened to the pieces scatter across the tile, a single tear streamed down his cheek, the now twenty-two year had old only thought “why can’t he just be my father!”