12 AM.
yells. screams. roars. bellow.
i took a chopper from the kitchen and slam it on the iron board. "SHUT UP!" i yelled.
"dun help your father! it's none of your business!" she screamed back, and my dad took the chopper away from my hand.
i rushed to my room, locked my door and started crying silently.
covered my ears, yet the sound came forcing into my head.
prepared a hot drink for my father in case something happened again.
HELP MI.
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