Fights. Most houses have parties and festivities yet what occurred in the walls of 232 Wellesley road was fights .Zainab's parents kept fighting over things, useless things.
Zainab hated her parents fighting, it turned her into a wasteful mass of self pity and depression . She was tired of everything,tired of the fights, tired of her mom crying on the kitchen floor, tired of her dad coming home late (the scent of female perfume lingering on his collar), she was tired of everything ; she was tired of the world.
But one day it was more than usual.
Her mother spent all noon talking on the phone
with grandma, crying, sobbing, talking in hushed voices. She put the phone down
with a determined face and started shoving hers and Zainab's clothes in a big
brown bag. All the hustle bustle woke up Zainab's father and he rushed in
mother's room(they slept in different rooms) with a sour face.
"What do you think you're doing?"He asked in a
harsh tone.
"I'm going to mother's. I can't spend another
minute in this house. I'll send the divorce papers." She snapped.
"How
dare you-, divorce papers? "He jerked mother's hand towards him and shouted at
her.
"Let go of me" mother cried, struggling to let
loose from father's strong grip. It all happened in a flash.
Father's hand landed on mother's cheek,
slamming her against the tiled floor. His hands curled up in fists and he
started towards mother when Zainab rushed in from behind the door and stood
in front of her mother.
"Father, don't, please." She begged him. Her
father's face softened at the sight of his 14-year-old daughter.They left town for Zainab grandmother's house but for Zainab it was useless. She was scarred for life. Whatever she
did, she could not get the picture of her mother laying bleeding on the floor
or her father's defeated tone when they were leaving the house. She didn't care
for anything, she felt like a piece of meat no one would have and there was
nothing she could do about it.
