A beautiful sunshine emerges on the front of the house that was about to collapse.
No, its not the crumbling walls, or the termite-eaten door, or the roof that couldn’t withstand the rain.
This house (read: memories) should have been buried to the ground long ago. A house that suffered hundreds of cries, hundreds of curses, and thousands of pains that eventually became a bomb that destroyed all the sweet memories that were never felt in every living soul of the house.
Giving in is not in their dictionary. Being self-righteous is a goal that must be achieved even with fresh blood flowing from the hands, even with rusty knife that cut vital organs, it doesn’t matter as long as the ego paid completely.
The house is slowly emitting a disgusting smell.
The residents of the house who only point out who has the most sins, without realizing that they are not the perfect judges and never will be.
They gave birth to something they never expected – real hatred – from someone who should have called them ‘father’ and ‘mother’ with pride. Decades after decades this house stood stall, not a single proud word was heard from the child.
The child who peeked into every fight her parents had, with tears held back with all her might.
The child who kept the house from collapsing sooner than expected.
With a trembling mouth, the child finally said something after a long time, when his father and mother were fighting again.
‘All this just makes me sick, I don’t know why god sent me to this house from other comfortable houses. I don’t know why god gave birth to me and made yall my parents, and not from the parents who love their children with all their hearts.’
The parents looked at the child as if they had just realised that they were not the only ones living, there was a child they forgot to care about, forgot to give a hug every morning when leaving for school, forgot to give a warm kiss after reading a bedtime story.
That night, there were no more angels knocking on the door to embrace the only pure heart.
That night, the child killed the moon that made her absolute pain would never end.
Tears filled all over the entire rooms, making this house finally collapsed without leaving any sweet memories at all.
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