Sofia acknowledged that people had it worse than she did. Some days she had a hard time believing it; when the angry purple and blue bruises tried to convince her otherwise, but sooner rather than later she is reminded that she is not the saddest, worse off person in the world.
She is reminded of this fact every day by her father. A drunken he is, with a temper as big as a thimble(a small one at that), with a huge balking frame that could easily rival any body builder in size but lacked in muscle and was mostly composed of fat due to years of over drinking and eating. But even with a lack of muscle the large meaty fists of a full grown 40-yea