My mom slam the door forcefully. And I knew she did it in purpose. The last time she said to me was "Damn your father! leaving the dog here without thinking." And as I got home, it felt different. Like the air was serious and intense. Then I knew there was another fight between my mom and dad. I found my dad with his dog and mom in her sleep. It's different. I knew it was. It's the not same when I was still a child. Everything was just easy and happy and carefree. Now, it's different. Now I know how it felt to have a broken family. To hear your mom and dad fight while your poor sister knows nothing.
The first fight was horrible. I don't know how it started. I don't know why it started. When I got out of my room, I can hear shouting from downstairs. It was from the room of my parents. They were arguing about something. I can hear my dad saying "I've given you everything.." while I was at the stairs listening and crying. The next day, my mom was sleeping in my sister's room while my dad was sleeping alone. I try to adjust. Try to make things smooth and normal. It was hard. Still I tried.
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