This has been going on for 18 years. And i wish to bury it deep within my soul. But it will always finds a way to resurface no matter how much i want it to sink in. Imagine seeing your parents fighting for all you can remember. I’m an eldest child, and i feel things differently from other people. It hurts me to see my parents fight. It hurts me even more to let my younger siblings to witness the fight. Have they got no shame? Have they go no sense of guilt and regret? To display such immoral actions and to give us such mental abuse towards us who are innocent. All we want is a family who cares. But now i have the burden to protect the young from the people that were suppose to protect us.
