|
|
This is only a preview of the paper
Click here to register and get the full text.
Existing members click here to login
|
|
|
My parents fought often. They did not just bicker or argue; they yelled and screamed to the limits that it seemed like the house shook. I could hear the pandemonium of screeches from my bedroom as I sat on the edge of my bed hoping it would stop. As early as I can remember, my parents have had a rocky relationship. Being arranged to marry, they had no choice but to execute and carry out the marriage. It’s not the fairy tale everyone desires but that’s life. As a typical married couple, they bore two daughters, my sister then me. Starting at the age of five, to avoid my parents‘ life I developed a barrier around myself to keep me protected and safe from rejection and from, what seemed to me a source of all pain, love. I concluded that true love between a man and woman did not exist. It was some fairy tale, a sugar-coated pill that society shoved down one's throat in order to sustain a superficial happiness or hope that someday one might find one's "other half," true love, or soul mate. When I was about five years old, my dad, mom, sister, and I were quietly eating dinner at the table. It was quiet because no one wanted to further upset my dad; everyone could tell my dad had a bad day at work. His expression was nasty; his face was strained with stress and suppressed rage. His eyes seemed as if they were on fire beaming anger. One would hope to avoid that stare within a twenty feet radius. However, we were within that radius. My mom wanted to start a conversation to reduce the intense, negative atmosphere around the dinner table. There was small chat, but any talk at that moment became dead in a couple of minutes.
Approximate Word count = 1183
Approximate Pages = 4.7
(250 words per page double spaced)
|
|
|
|
|
|