the sound of silence
She walked into the kitchen and stared at me, arms crossed in that pose I know so well as oh I am so pissed at you right now.
“Are you ever going to speak to them again?”
I frowned. “Not in the foreseeable future.”
“They’re your parents, love.”
“That just makes them more culpable, in my view.”
She sighed. “They did it out of love for you.”
I roared, “And that’s what makes it unforgivable! They had no faith in me at all! NONE ! They didn’t even trust that I would make a proper choice. They took that from me and hurt her in the process. Now she won’t even talk to them, she is so hurt. And all she ever wanted was to be treated like a daughter to them, just as in the beginning. She didn’t deserve that.”
She sighed again. “I just wish that this whole thing would end.”
I sniffed aloud. “It ends when they apologize to her. Not one second sooner.”
She shook her head. “You’re so stubborn.”
“It’s in the genes, I guess.”
With that, I walked out of the kitchen.