Apparently my father had bipolar disorder and a week or two earlier he had threatened my mother and she feared for our safety, which is why we often bounced from my aunt's house to that of my grandparents. During that week my mother had received a restraining order, which is why she had a scared look on her face when she opened the door, but she later told me she was grateful the cop was there. My dad wanted to get some of his stuff and had brought the cop with him because of the restraining order. My father's appearance is what stuck in my head. I knew he looked "sick" but I didn't know exactly what he was sick with and the bald head baffled me. My father would never do that in his right mind. After my mother told me and my brother to leave, I realized that it was a bad thing and that things weren't like that