On my parents

Sometimes, I think that my parents have diffused the tension.

But sometimes, they let things slip.

She’s here,” one of them will say when things get on edge. In their native language, as if that hides anything, as if they hadn’t taught me to be fluent from young. It’s quite funny, honestly.

Makes me wonder – what are things like when I’m gone? Don’t they know I don’t care? I grew up with it; they’re currently cussing in the next room over and I’m just doing homework like whatever. I would much rather have them do it with me here, to monitor the chaos. At least I know things are ok.

Published by unknownandanonymous

A journal written for me, by me. Bonus points for me if other people like reading it.

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