FILICIDE

I had to look it up.
I remember when dad and I used to go hunting, way out in the backroads with a carload of guns, I remember that I used to fantasize that he was going to kill me and bury my bones in the boondock swamp because deep inside I knew his life would be significantly simpler without me leaving tools out in the rain and losing all his stuff.
I knew it since before I was born.