Through the Eyes of a Child

23 | Paper Cuts 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.

Hours have passed and now the stars waved at me. Tik tok tik tok, the clock is now at past three. Another one has been added to my sleepless nights. I’m always bothered by these endless fights.

Like the sun sets in the West, this happens constantly. I’m directly affected and I need a remedy. An escape from this ongoing war, A cure to my wound that will turn into a scar.

The bruise is growing in my heart. Dry tears are rolling down like a cart My mental health is at stake. How long this agony will take?

Tired and exhausted, can’t you see? Please, help me in this prison, set me free. They are supposedly my bliss, my loving family. I could have loved them unconditionally.

WRITTEN BY JOED BAUTISTA GRAPHICS BY ALFIE ESPIRITU

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