Friday, March 26, 2010

Sore Wounds

And now I remember a long time ago when we were smaller, younger, and our parents were in the midst of another cold war of words. The tension was high, anger and frustration sparked between them, and we reeked of fear.

Our mother let us stay with the S's while she returned home to continue the battle.

We sat around the dinner table, myself, my siblings, A and R. Mrs. S made dinner for us, but our mood was very solemn.

What can I say, we were scared. We never liked it when our parents duked it out. And as we ate the food Mrs. S graciously cooked for us, we expressed our worries.

"Are our parents gonna get divorced?"

Mrs. S did her best to assuage us at the time. "No, you shouldn't think they'll do something like that. You see, mommies and daddies fight some time but in the end they'll make up and it will all be alright, you see."

Thankfully later that evening, her words proved true as the conflict seemed to be resolved when we all returned home.

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However I see that 8 or so years later in the present, mommies and daddies don't always come to terms in the very end, and someone has to give.

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