Boiling anger
Anger welled up in me, but seeing my parents so broken made me soften. ‘This needs to stop,’ I shouted, my voice quivering with anger and grief. ‘We cannot let Brandon’s behaviors dictate our family’s well-being.’ I looked around the room and noticed nods of agreement from certain relatives. We must move on together,’ I begged, trying to reignite the unity we so sorely needed.
Boiling Anger
Fragile peace crumbles
The room fell into bickering and blaming, threatening the delicate harmony we had begun to establish. ‘This is entirely your responsibility!’ Uncle Ray yelled at Brandon, who just shrugged. Aunt Sarah joined in, her voice rising with irritation. My mother’s tears grew louder, and my father attempted to restore order. Voices overlapped, each trying to be heard. The tenuous understanding we had begun to build appeared to collapse under the weight of renewed strife.
Fragile Peace Crumbles
