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I stared at the blank sheet in front of me. I didn't know what to draw. I was deep in thought that I didn't realize my mom sat beside me. I noticed her presence when I heard a sniffle.

'Dad hates me' was what my mom said to me as I turned to her. It was the reason why my brother didn't want to come home.

I saw she sniffed again. I didn't know if she was trying to hold her tears or she was cold. It was raining after all. Even I covered myself with a thick blanket to warm myself up.

My mom wanted to take me to him. She wanted me to convince him to come home but she quickly brushed the idea off when she realised something.

I didn't have any talent on convincing people.Plus, I talked to him once in a blue moon. My brother and father were the people I rarely talked to.

I was quiet and shy but I talked to my mom and other siblings. We talked about our favourite games and shows. I shared my feelings and problems with my mom. However, it was hard for me to let out a word to those two.

I put the blank sheet between the pages of a thick book and put the pencil back into my pencil case. I turned to look at my two younger brothers playing games on laptop.

It was very awkward. I didn't how to react or say to my mom. I wandered my gaze on the closed window, hoping something happen to break the awkward silence.

My mom and I stayed in silence for a couple of minutes before she got up and asked what time was now. I bet she wanted to pick up my siblings at school.

I felt relief when she left the room. I almost chocked due to the tensed atmosphere. I put the book and pencil case on a book shelf and took my phone and earphone. I searched for slow and calm music and listened to it.

It was almost an hour since my mom went out. If she was going to pick up my siblings, should take a few minutes. Maybe she went to meet my brother at his friend's house.

After a couple of minutes, they reached home. My mom said he would be back tomorrow.

It was good, I guess. I wondered what would happen if my brother came home. What would happen between him and dad? Could they together under the same roof?

Having those thoughts made me want to get out of this house soon. I hope I could study at a university far from here. I couldn't stand the heavy atmosphere in this house. Runaway wasn't the best idea.

On the next evening, my grandmother came. She asked me when my brother would come home. I said I didn't know. Althought he said he'd be back today but I still doubted it.

I was sitting on the mattress near the window when I heard a voice. It belonged to my grandmother. It sounded like she was giving my father advice but I couldn't hear him saying anything.

It was almost night when my grandmother went home. I took a walk outside because my youngest brother wanted to go outside. I carried him out for a minute and walked towards the house.

He cried when he knew I walked towards the house but I ignored him as it became dark. When I was a few steps from the door, I saw a familiar figure from the corner of my eye. I didn't see his face well because I didn't put my glasses on but I knew it was my brother.

I sat on the floor in front of TV. I didn't know why I came to the living room. I heard my mom and brother's conversation even thought my eyes were on the TV.

My mom asked him wether he wanted to stay at this house or grandmother's house. He wasn't sure. I saw my dad walked in the kitchen, pretending my brother wasn't here. My brother turned his head too. I thought he didn't feel comfortable staying at this house after all that happened. I was sure my father hid his feelings behind his emotionless expression.

Looked like they wouldn't forgive each other. I wondered when this would end.

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