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myOtaku.com: Exiled Empress
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
...continued from the last post...
It wasn't long before I realized that my parents' relationship had turned cold. Both lived life as if neither existed. My dad had turned very cold towards my mother. My mother sat all day on a corner chair, sewing tablecloths. She would knit me scarves. When dad would come from work, she didn't greet him. Nor did he greet her.
I was to begin school next month, so I was very observant while I was there. Everyday, my dad would just come home, without saying a word. He would drop his briefcase by the sofa, change into something comfortable, then eat dinner without saying a word to anyone. Mom did the same. She didn't even ask him what he wanted her to serve him. It was the eye language. He would look at her a certain way, then my mother would get the message that he wanted more rice served. She would reach over the table and serve him more rice. This wasn't like them. They would go to bed without saying a word to each other. And that's how it was. It started to bother me after awhilre. I bravely asked my mother,
"What's the problem between you and dad?"
"What problem? There's no problem."
"You and dad haven't talked to each other since I came."
"Ami, you're just imagining things.It is not like that. Don't worry."
I still wasn't convinced.
Then, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by some screams. I sat up to listen. My parents were arguing. My eldest brother came into the room.
"They're arguing again", he said.
"Again?!" I exclaimed.
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