FINALLY HOME I was only thirteen. There was a time when I would have played referee. There was a time when I would have joined them in shouting at the top of my voice in a bid to bring back peace. A time when I would have wept bitterly, pleading with my parents to stop. But not anymore. Now I am just their non-cheering audience. Now I weep bitterly but silently. I just watch since realising that this was their most enjoyed time. This was their most heated moment. It was only fair of me to let them be even though it was one - among many others - of their ways to torture me. One minute they were lovers in a world of their own, the next they were enemies but still manage to remain in one world. They kept arguing. Mum was flapping her hands. Dad was hollering with his head bobbing up and down. Mum bent to pick something..... And suddenly, her five inches block heels came flying in my direction. I quickly duck. They didn't miss a beat. Mum was screaming like a ...
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