Ominous

It's 5:45 pm
Someone pokes me;
trying to wake me up from my dream
"Hey, the moon is already up. Go take a shower!"
I open my eyes to see someone's face;
my Dad
I groan, roll over;
still not having heart to get up
Maybe some little more minutes

It's 6:30 pm
Finally I open my eyes;
to see the dark room;
it's my room, of course
I cringe at the coldness
and someone's sob
Someone is crying
The voice is deep
The silence of the house makes it clearer;
and scarier

That's a man;
and my Dad is the only man in the house
My Dad...

He is crying
I've no idea about what kind of shit is bothering him
I stare at nothing, trying to find a clue
But no, I still have no idea

What could make a grown-up man crying?
A 16 years old girl has no idea.