When we moved (to another country mind you) my little sister (11 at the time) was unpacking the boxes in her bedroom, it was kinda late at night and she probably should've stopped hours ago, but her effort was admirable, anyway, she was unpacking, and, having no storage in her room yet, she put things into stacks on the floor, understandable, I did the same in my room, but she was stacking things, and my father walks by her room and gets absolutely pissed about the "mess" throughout her room and proceeds to yell at her for at least ten minutes about keeping her room organized (please keep in mind our dad tends to drink a lot almost every evening, not that that makes what happened exceptional in the least) she starts crying about halfway through this and my dad doesn't give a rats ass and keeps going on and on about cleanliness (we had gotten our things maybe a day ago when this happened, there were boxes every where, not just my sisters room) so after he goes back outside to smoke and probably drink, she goes to our mom, who heard the whole thing (my belief is that she's kinda scared of our dad much like me and my sister, which is funny cause we have two brothers who couldn't care less) but anyway, she goes up to our mom, who then calls me in the room to help my sister out and calm her down, I had/have a lot of experience dealing with my dad and his.... moods, cause when I shared a room with my sister I took the brunt of his criticisms and the like, so anyway, I get called in there to help her out, and that's the day I learned my dad may not be full on abusive, but he's an asshole who doesn't care for me or my sister at all