Parents argue and fight.

The door was closed, but the sound of screaming was clearly audible.

I was standing in a corner and could easily hear everything.

My father raised his hand again on my mother today, and trouble knocked on our door once more.

Many wounds have been inflicted on my innocent heart as a result of fights, and many children like me have grown up in their childhood.

Father closed the room and made his personal space, and mother also blew her mouth.

baby girl, I was the only one suffocating inside in this house's atmosphere, the sound of screaming still echoing in my ears.

I was a 10-year-old innocent girl trying to find a way to reconcile those two elders.

The sound of screaming still echoing in my ears. Mother cried out her anguish, and father blew it out in cigarette smoke.

In my eyes, both of them were criminals, but they were both telling themselves that they were victims.

That my very existence on this planet was the reason for living with them, and she was telling me that daily fights used to shake my conscience.

This changed attitude of my father used to bother me.

Seeing the problems in the house, she used to run away from home, and she did not feel like coming back from school many times.

They taught me since childhood not to tell anyone about the things in the house.

And when two elders are talking among themselves, I don't have to raise my neck in front of them,

Nor can I say or do anything.

The silent standing used to watch the spectacle,

In which the elders used to interrupt me after leaving a little liar on the plate of food. They used to throw the plate full of food in front of me.

I was told not to speak loudly, and he himself shouted while breaking the silence.

Were all the rules and regulations for me in that house?

Some kids at my school say I'll grow up to be like my father. While some children say I will grow up to be like my mother.

My mother tells me that you do not act like your father, and my father tells me that you do not speak like your mother.

To whom would I explain what I am facing at this young age? I am playing with relationships.

Now I have grown up and accustomed to the troubles of the house.

I know how to fight over small things, and now I shy away from getting married.

I am afraid that no one should come near me. I do not know any weaknesses of this independent and brave-looking girl.

Now the reason behind this is simple: I do not know what I am doing. Ask my parents how I should explain not getting married to them.

Your daughter should not leave her house by invoking the agony of her children, even if I break myself apart.

Since I am not brave enough to face the burden of an undesired relationship. I don't want to go, but I also don't want to uproot my family.

I'm scared that the house's problems will affect my personality;

Then the same locked door appears in front of my eyes that I remember seeing in my youth;

The night's silence is frequently interrupted by screams;

Then the same black dark shadow emerges from childhood.

The wounds turn green once more. Some children, like my own, mature ahead of their time.

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