My younger brother hit his head while running too fast just awhile back. His forehead is so damn swollen. This is the second time this has happened. The last time, an arguement broke out between my parents. A long one, at that. It lasted all the way to the hospital.
And me? I'm stuck in between.
My father kept asking how he had knocked his head. My mother didn't really see what happened then, as she was behind him while my brother ran into my room. Picture this: someone who keeps asking someone about something she doesn't exactly know. You get a never-ending chain of arguements.
I really don't understand them. Then they're ranting about how they want to leave the house. My father mumbling about how he wants to go on business trips and not be in this house. My mother, has always been saying how she can't take it anymore and wants to leave the house. By this time, I knew I had to do something.
I shouted, in chinese, "Won't you two stop it already! Don't keep pushing the blame all over, the child belongs to both of you!"
That shut them up. And mind you, I was having my dinner at that time. Now I'm drowning myself in music, to get them out of my mind.
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