History is repeating itself. Her first born flew as soon as her wings were ready; never looking back.
Fight or flight.
This time it is not as easy, the young is his own flesh and blood. He wants to protects, he tries to love but doesn't understand the beauty of unconditional love. He rages and torments, never seeing good, only finding the bad. The young reacts. She is strong-minded (much like him) and fights her corner with uncontrolled tone. The tension builds and the air thickens as the house becomes smaller.
Fight or flight.
And all the time, she looks on - stuck and unheard.
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