I say not.
My father was greedy for fame and worldly riches, which I can't blame him for he grew up starving for more. I think the greed though rooted through his childhood branched out up to the present to feed a family of 6. Well, I assumed. Eventhough he never say or show that he's doing it for us. He spends his money on alcohol and gambling anyway. That's why I never bothered asking some money from him when we have projects at school. But there's one thing I'm sure, he loved my mother so much.
My mother had a stable job. She was career oriented. Matter of fact, too much, that I never felt her presence as a mother. But when I do, it would be fear. It's only during anger, when we've done something wrong as a kid, that we would feel her at our house. Physically and literally feel her. For I could still feel the scars embosed at the side of my thigh. She almost tear up my skin using that flat hard bamboo stick that she striked me before when I accidentally stumbled on the fresh newly-laundered clothes.
My mother was a fine woman. She makes sure that she presents herself well enough, which I think is needed in the office. Though she spents a lot of time dressing up. I mean 2 hours in the mirror trying to put that dark paint on her eyes. That's insane.
Then I remember, one night during summer, she was brought home again by her officemate named Greg or George (I can't remember his name for I was still a kid way back then. Let's just call him G.). Anyway, she alighted from the red shiny car as G opened the door for her.
Then they kissed. In the lips. Not too long. But long enough for me to see at the window and long enough to be seen by my father who was waiting outside our main door with the lights turned off.
And not long enough, I heard screaming and fighting and hitting. I went back to my bed and covered my ears and hid under my blankets. My tears flow on my cheek but I wasn't crying. My face was blank but my body was shivering.
For a six year old kid, I think the most scariest sound that they would ever hear would be "I'm leaving!"