When I was 10 years old, I used to defined my parents as my heroes, my knight, my light, my buddy, my bestfriend, my diary, my comforter, and my rest.

I never thought that the day will come where they always fighting, shouting at each other, and yes each day I feel like they are not my parents anymore.

"I smell a girl's perfume in your shirt! You have the guts to lie to me?!" My mother shouted and I am here in my room, trying to listen to every fight.

"You are fvcking paranoid! This is the reason why I wanted to leave you because of your mouth!" I close my eyes and I am the one who is in pain, their words that I never imagine that it will exist to the both of them.

Hate.


As I grow older I started to question...