As soon as I opened the front door, silence welcomed him. Pin drop silence. I let go of the door knob as I let it close itself.
Thud.
Immediately after, the echoes of running footsteps filled the room as in a second or two, I saw my parents standing there In front of me. Guilt and concern soaking up their faces, their eyes never leaving me.
“It’s okay,” I said, reading their minds. “I’m honestly doing good and I kind of think I overreacted.”
“It’s not you this time. It’s just that we as parents, we keep f*****g it up.” Mamma answered, her eyes all weary, looking anywhere but mine.
Mamma was someone who never swore. She hated swearing. So, as she stands here in the middle of the house, all guilty and not looking regretful of what word she used, I knew. I just knew she was feeling way t
