By October 30, 2019 No Comments

“Would you hold me prisoner?!”.
The door was locked, I couldn’t find the key. And to my question, no one uttered a word.
The whole family sat in the living room to watch my next move. Disgust thrown at me from each pair of eyes except those of my parents. While my father’s eyes offered disappointment, in my mother’s was something I had never seen before, fury. A flame ready to consume her son as she finally dangled the key before me.
I stretched to reach for it when she said.
“Go for rehab, or cease from being my son”.


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