Nuance

drops on my window race on going down. It was a bit cold and something about the air smel

to; to keep up with the life even if you just wanted to fall on the rooftop of a high-rise building. The Japanese said we had three diff

a loud sound of a glass dropping on the floor. I hurried to the s

ike a freshly harvested tomato because of her pale skin she turned red easi

e on the last step of the stairs, there's a white wall between and I

hat it's yours then we wouldn't have this problem!" Dad retorted and crouched down to picked the pieces of

t people have the madness in them especially when with mom, she's definitely a hoarder and can be garrulous at times about the neighbors new table, oven, or plant and th

ut I was shocked to see my parents holding each other's thro

d so, they quarreled on the kitchen, Mom held her hands to her chest and turned to the window, the rain h

t's som

saw mom stomping to the garage

felt worried at first because I thought dad would follow her but seconds pas

d Dad holding a small dustpan and

ad

rk blue, his favorite mug he got from when we traveled out of the country, dad had it on a bargain of ha

y blood run cold, usually, when she's out on her car, she wouldn't drive in the

was on his sleep wear and thick gla

hings more than I am and protective too, and humble. He said it was just a misunderstanding,

heard the television mumbling something and the flash news saying that there's a car crashed on an

road, there's a lot of blood particularly on the side of the driver's seat, two men took a while to cle

ozens of them, huddling in small groups, some of them whispered their sympathy as if mom's life was just another stranger who have unluckily died on a car crash, well, I think

e whole time, he arranged mom's funeral, he was crying earlier on the couch and I tried to comfort him but he pushed me away, Ashton and Andrea were silent but at least they'd come down and eat the food I made. I don't totally understand it but as t

uits must be hanged and ironed, the things mom had

my offer to fill his cup or talk to him, the dinner was like a gathering of strangers in the table posing as a family but failed,

t you

pened my mouth only to realized Dad was pertainin

I not clean the house from the roof down to the floor? What's wrong? There are s

narled at me, "I want you out. I don't

d a shiver ran down my spine, what I don't want to see was my dad's angry face, he never showed it to anyone but I once dreamed of it and a

with her orchids on a big chunk of woods, her roses, lilies, and lavenders, it's a shame she couldn't do that anymore. I forgot to

t my child; she is not my daughter. I don't