Who is to blame for family conflict?
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I Now Understand (Part 2)
by Jesse Rodriguez
I was maybe around eight
Little, short, chubby kid always wanting to go home late
Even when home didn’t feel like home, I still had hope
Maybe one day, my home would be silent and peaceful
I would walk home, slowly… Asking myself millions of questions…Why…Why?
At times I would want to cry
Why lie
The closer I got to the house, the closer it felt like hell
Well…
It was quiet
For once…
Not for long.
Less than a second and it felt as if they flipped a switch and the Lion was fighting a Lion.
All the screaming!
I’d lie in bed wondering if everyone went through this, or was I just dreaming?
Was it my fault they argued? Was it because of school, the fact that my grades weren’t the best like the other little kids?
Or was it…because of all the stupid things I did?
It didn’t make sense
Anger built and built up like ashes on an ash tray
I came to a conclusion and blamed Mom
All the unfitting, awful words I’d say to her
All because I blamed her…
I’m grown. I’m 18, and I now Understand.
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