This morning, I woke up to my Brother and Mom arguing again--violently.
Someday, I worry that their arguing will become more than just words...
Makes me remember when I was younger and we were sitting in the family room which was at a lower level than the kitchen.
All I remember totally is that Mom and Adam started arguing very harshly in the kitchen while I sat on the family room couch.
I tried to just ignore it but after a moment, I heard a struggle and my Mom started screaming for me to call the Police in fear that he was going to hurt her.
I picked up the phone but hesitated, not sure of what was to happen.
Mom just kept screaming for me to call the Police and I sat there, holding back tears of confusion and hurt.
After acouple minutes it settled down and they rushed to their own rooms.
That moment is forever carved into my memory.
And whenever I wake up to them arguing, they don't know it for I never say anything.
Someday, I worry that their arguing will become more than just words...
Makes me remember when I was younger and we were sitting in the family room which was at a lower level than the kitchen.
All I remember totally is that Mom and Adam started arguing very harshly in the kitchen while I sat on the family room couch.
I tried to just ignore it but after a moment, I heard a struggle and my Mom started screaming for me to call the Police in fear that he was going to hurt her.
I picked up the phone but hesitated, not sure of what was to happen.
Mom just kept screaming for me to call the Police and I sat there, holding back tears of confusion and hurt.
After acouple minutes it settled down and they rushed to their own rooms.
That moment is forever carved into my memory.
And whenever I wake up to them arguing, they don't know it for I never say anything.
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