When I was 14 many things changed. Fake friends, problems with school but, above all, problems with myself, I was fat I couldn't accept myself.
After a month things began to change for the better, at least I thought. I was always with my friends and didn't notice what was going on at home.
Well at home I was not as good as all the other things. My parents argued and complained about everything, even about nonsense. But, after all, it is normal to argue, because if you don't argue it means that one of you is lying.
That's what I thought, but things were getting worse and worse. So much so that I haven't seen my mother for a whole week and I wasn't going to ask my father why. Fortunately my mother returned, but with her also the quarrels with dad. My mother has always been very understanding and so I asked her why she was absent. She looked me straight in the eye, but it wasn't one of her usual affectionate looks, it was a cold look, it almost scared me I had never seen her in this condition.
The days have passed since that bad experience with my mother, when dad came near me, obviously not even he was calm and as always he was nervous and tense more than mom.
He too looked me in the eye and I looked away immediately so as not to get the same feeling back. He understood on the fly and said: "things are changing". I shivered.