it was all but a normal night. nothing different but just routines to attend to. She was happy, because it was friday. Friday just meant an end to five days of school and work. Friday was just brilliant.
On the car, just streaming through the empty streets of gray, passing by arrays of street lamps. Mother was driving and She took the front seat. Just ordinary conversations were exchanged. However, the conversations from ordinary ones, gradually turned intense. From an amplitude of any other kind of talking, it turned into shoutings and screamings of harshness and indignance. Both parties were vindicated, just competing to win the argument. Her mother was loud, she would never win, the verbal onslaught was just smothering.
tears, just tears trickled down her eyes. helpless, but still trying to fight back, but perhaps silence was a better tool. Indeed she made a wrong choice.. she snapped back, still crying.
Even at the doorstep, it didnt stop, perhaps the whole neighbourhood awoke from their revelries. She decided to shut up, she was losing the verbal war. almost beaten. But another word from mother, she couldnt help but answer. But unknowingly, it was the last straw for mother. the very LAST.
Her bag, the books on the table, the files came flying across her face, they were thrusted at the target, being only HER. It didnt hurt on the skin, perhaps just slightly. But internal emotions were evoked. Appalled, and unanswerable.
She cried the entire night, she prayed.
Hoping for a solution.
She wrote a letter, slipped it under mother's door.
Just wishing, this would turn out better, wishing she could be heard just a bit.
The next morning, her eyes were swollen.
It was hideous, a mark of hurt.. and uncontrolled feelings.
As much as this sounded pitiful,
she knew, God was disappointed even more.
"i wouldnt let the sun go down in anger."
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