my parents fought a lot.
there would be nights that i would wake up,
to the sounds of shattering glass.
loud noises and yelling, from the both of them.
but i was so young at the time.
i didn't understand what was wrong.
so i hid under my blankets and waited for the noise to stop.
the noise always stopped, eventually.
the mornings after was what confused me.
they always acted as if nothing ever happened.
they were both cheerful as always.
they gave the same smiles.
they told me they loved me, and that i was a good daughter.
but even as a child, i could see the despair the smiles held.
