My mother looks at you like you made her.

She never looks at dad like that.

I should be mad at you; I should want to help my dad take revenge. He doesn’t know what you are doing to our family. He doesn’t even suspect.

Mum’s apologetic that she goes out too often at night; dad just kisses her cheeks and simply tells her it’s alright.

I lay awake at night thinking I should be mad at you but I cannot bring myself to.

My mother looks at you like you made her.

I want you to make me too.