"That is not the point."
"No, that sucks."
"No, it doesn't suck, it is just that, I don't get it."
"You don't. Harold, you don't."
Lisa was sitting down on the bench in the garden full of flowers. She had her head between her legs as she broke the petals she had in hand, that was the only thing she would do so as not to break the siblings in front of her who have not stopped fighting.
They have been fighting for the past five minutes and it had been the longest since Lisa didn't have the energy to scream, "enough." as she has been doing for the past one hour. They would talk and when Lisa thought that they were finally agreeing, the siblings would start bickering and Lisa would say enough. The cycle had been like that.
