Momentum

Anger

I could see the anger come across Dad’s face. He lowered his hands and started to talk to my Mom. Luckily, I could read lips.

“What does she mean they confiscate jewelry? We pay a lot of money for that place to take care of our daughter and she can’t wear any jewelry her own sister made her?”

Mom put down her spatula, stepping closer to Dad. Doing this prevented me from seeing what she was saying. This made me angry, so I slammed my hands down on the counter. Mom stopped talking and both of them turned to face me. Gesturing angrily I signed, “Whatever you have to say about Kara, sign it. She doesn’t deserve to be there. I begged you not to send her there, but you did. Something I will never forgive you for. But whatever has to do with her, sign it.” I waited for a response, but none came. “Fine, have a nice trip; I’m taking Kara out this weekend. But don’t worry. I’ll bring her back.” With that I stalked up to my room, slamming my bedroom door closed. I stood in the middle of my room. I felt so overwhelmed, like a weight was on my shoulders. So I walked over to my desk, and buried myself in homework.