In my peripheral view, Diesel once again signaled for me not to engage. “Vivian, Diesel, give me a moment alone with my son.” My mom walked away, leaving Diesel standing firm. “Diesel. Do as I ask,” my father commanded. “No. I’m good right here, Pop.” Some of the air released from my chest, knowing Diesel’s presence meant he wouldn’t go too far. Diesel was my biggest bully, but he’d never let anyone else, including our father, bully me.
