Leaping Kangaroos

Ice-creams and chocolates aren't always SWEET.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 @ 5:31 PM

Ice-creams are supposed to cheer my day up. Instead, it was the total opposite.

"How should I know? I thought it was there years ago!"
"Why didn't you ask me, then?!" *kicks*
"How I know?!!!"
"Shut up!" *whacks whacks whacks*
"Hey, don't be so rude to me! I'm your mother!" *slaps*
"GET LOST!!!!!!!!!!" *kicks and whacks continuously*

This was heard when I was back from my sketch practice. My dad started horning to stop the fight. After a few minutes later, we were in the house asking what the hell had happened. My mum was glaring at my brother, pointing at him, scolding him. My brother was glaring at my mother, vowing he'll kill her.

"Say sorry to your mother."
"I'm not at fault, so why should I?"
"SAY SORRY!"
"NO."
"I tell you this: Although your mother is at fault, you have NO RIGHT to beat her. See, now you're growing up, your mother looks so small beside you. You can easily murder her if you want to."
"No, this is called 'self-defense'."
"I CAN'T STAND THIS!!!" *rushes to the kitchen to take the broom*

My dad wanted to whack my brother, but my brother refused to get up from the sofa. My mum was examining her hands and legs which had gone blue-black. They were screaming at each other by then, and I was cowering at a side, licking my ice-cream and grieving sadly in my heart. So, this is what happens normally when I'm arguing with my parents and vowing to murder them, too, just like my brother. This is the first time my parents are scolding someone else other than me. And scolding my brother ALONE was something new. It was weird to be at the outside, swallowing in this whole scenario like watching a horror movie. In fact, it's worse than a horror movie.

"Y-you know, I f-finally g-got a present f-from teacher a-and you j-just threw it a-away..." *sobs*
"You wrapped the chocolate up in paper and put it so deeply into the freezer, with all the chicken blood and fish, it's practically contaminated."
"SHUT UP!!!" *shrieks*
"Don't scold your mother like that!" *spanks*

My brother is so vulnerable. He looks tough outside, but inside, he's very sensitive. A chocolate from a teacher in school can make him so happy and gave him life whereas hitting his mother for throwing away his beloved chocolate is the right thing to do. My brother has changed. He's an EMO. My mother is bruised outside, my brother is bruised inside and they're all covered with rage. I HATE this.

"If your ambition is to kill everyone in the universe, then this shows that we have failed to be good parents. We have FAILED."

And my mother teared up. It's not common to see someone who got through all obstacles without a breakdown crying. My dad is crying inside, even the blind could see that. My legs were frozen in place and I couldn't do anything to comfort them all. I was currently in stealth mode.

But now I truly understand, to see the scene from a different aspect and not be the lead actress for once, is utterly indescribable.

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