I felt like writing this ______________________________ Father called me, my brother and mother to talk. To talk about how he wanted to leave this family. To talk about how he never felt that he was part of a family. Mother said that she didn't like how he always, always scold her for the slightest of things. That even her parents had never scold her like that. How she wanted to leave. How she wanted to be loved as a wife. I froze then, my eye was brimming over with tears. She sounded do hurt, so wonded... Tears flow down my eyes. I had heard stories aout this..I had thought it was too farfetched. It was happening...now...to me... I had read stories about people committing suicide and people trying to cut themselves. Never once had I thought...that... I would feel that way too. Father started yelling at mother. Then he abrubtly turned to my brother and spoke in soft words to him. As he spoke Hatred grew inside me. How dare he yell at mother? How dare he blame her for everything? And most of all..how dare he..how dare he make her hurt. Father got up abruptly and started getting water. Mother went to the kitchen and I could hear the noise of running water. Beside me my brother reached out a hand to me, I held on to it and together we got up and went to our rooms... Divorce..why was there such a word made? ______________________________