The school anniversary ended in a hurry, and then came the exam period. After spring passed, various things came one after another.
But since then, it's as if all the air has gone out. Nothing has happened. Occasionally, when we meet at home, the other person seems to have something to say, but we still haven't communicated.
In my memory, my mother is the absolute authority in that family. Everything must be done according to that woman's words first and there is no room for rebuttal. If there is anything that doesn't please her, it's common for her to fly into a rage regardless of our situation.
In such an environment, at some point I began to think that giving up is an easy choice. But my father, who couldn't bear it anymore, had escaped that absolute domination at some unknown time.
