Isn't that weird? The child eating a tree bark, wait did his parents force him to or is he homeless? -"No he's not, and stop you have no right to comment, let people live, agh you are disgraceful, said a random stranger and left as I stood on the street gazing.".Sitting on the dining table as I see my reflection on the butter knife I behold, this conversation kept playing like a broken cassette in my head until my mom broke my trance."Honey are you ok?, I mean- I -of- course should not interfere in your life but i-f you and I mean if you wanna share something please feel free to" she said fidgeting her eyes from the window to the table. Her concern for me was weird, it seemed awful, apologetic, and controlled. In a perplexed state, I stormed off the table rattling my butter knife to the floor waiting for an angry reaction which never occurred. Everything was different, so much controlled and disordered. I in anger stormed off to the kitchen and broke all the cutlery waiting for a reaction just to find my mom starting quietly." SAY SOMETHING! I shouted as I broke a plate with every word. "Are you ok is everyone ok, do you not care does no one care about, agh! I growled. She gazed and kept silent as her lips formed to say "Stop" The guard standing outside the window came and put his hands on her lips. I knew I wasn't the only person who found this appealing as I ran outside again towards more 16-year-olds running escaping from the exact same scenario.
