I felt bad about how everything was happening. I thought that going for therapy sessions was going to solve the problem. I still did not know what caused the argument between them and now the whole family was awkward.
I hated how distant our family could be in times like this. I was sure that there was nothing an apology would not fix. But everyone was stuck with their ego and no one wanted to be humble.
And now we were up here sharing a glass to drink water because none of us were willing to go downstairs to get another cup.
I was not sure how the movie ended and everything before that was kind of a blur.
I woke up in the morning, it felt soft and nice and definitely did not feel like the floor or a tent was over my head.
Yup this felt like my bed. Or probably Abel's bed. But knowing
