Through the eyes of a Child
A normal day with my family it is. Watching them pass by each other like a stranger, Pretending that they didn’t share wonderful memories, Hoping they would just separate, that would be better.
Everyone is seated on their own chairs, Talking and moving a lot, no one dares. Silence continued to crawl everywhere. This is tiresome, I know they’re not aware. My naked eyes saw their tension rises. Arguing 24/7, this family is a mess. Raising their voices and this, I couldn’t bear. Someone was hurt and I did nothing but to give a cold stare. 23 | Paper Cuts
