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"Please try to understand, Clo", my mother tried to keep calm, but I could hear the tension behind her gleaming eyes and fake smile. "this decision will benefit us as a family, and-"

"Oh, please, Mom, what family?" I surprised her with my interjection, that she dropped her half -full glass of brandy, and we watched as the cup plummeted and crashed onto the wooden floor, sending pieces of shattered glass and alcohol in every direction.

There was a tense moment of silence between us. I was looking at her, waiting for her to say hahaha just kidding, honey! Gotcha! But she just kept staring at the ground, kept staring at the broken glass that at one point was completely fine and happy, but is now in total ruins from a loose grip on it. I was looking at it too now.

I was looking at that broken cup and spilled brandy, and I started crying. Because now I was just like that cup. I was whole and full and fine and happy, but I am now in total ruins.

My mother's voice came out in a soft whisper, but still sharp enough to slice through the thick silence that filled the house.

"There's nothing I can do, Clover. What's been done has been done. I can't change that, and neither can you. You will go upstairs and pack your things. We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning. No arguing. Now go" her voice faltered with her last words. She finally looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, pleading me not to fight this time. I didn't. I turned on my heel, walked upstairs to my room, and cried into my pillow. For two hours.