Last week, I went back home, to my parents place, for about 6 days.
I’ve dreaded this for the past few days. It’s the first night.
I wake up at 5 am by my grandfather shouting at my mom for some reason, and her shouting back so he would hear her. I’ve barely gotten any sleep. The shouting makes me want to go in the corner and cover my ears like a little kid. As I am not one anymore, I bite my lips, and wait for the shouting to be over. How does my mom go through this every day, I wonder.
I can barely make it a week. Continue reading