Inside I'm Hollow

I want to say I was sad when my dad died, but it's hard for me to say truthfully. I was thirteen at the time and for the past seven years, my dad had been horrible to live with. I suppose I cried when I found out, more so because my mom's wails of anguish affected me more than my own grief was. I think it was because to me my dad had died the first time he came home drunk and hit my mom. I didn't cry at the funeral and everyone told me how brave I was being and what a good kid I was. They didn't know that I didn't feel anything for that man, and I couldn't tell them.