The missing louvers from the closet doors were from the many fights that brother and I had. The markings on the chest of drawers were from the moments I tried to express my creativity.
As I exited the room, I began to hear intense whispers. Walking cautiously to the staircase that leads directly to the master suite, the whispers were more defined and I now I hear mother and father arguing and using sharp words like two knights fighting with a sword. It was then I realized how powerful a tongue could be. As the arguing intensified, my heart began the sprint like a cheetah chasing its prey in the Sahara desert. My eyes burst with water and continued to flow and I began to feel pain as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest and my lungs were being tied into a knot gasping for