Unanswered Questions
Every time I saw Mom on the phone, a storm of questions flooded my mind. Who could she possibly be speaking to in our situation? What was she keeping from me. I thought about confronting her, demanding the truth, but doubt held me back. I was afraid of what her answers might reveal. A part of me clung to the fragile hope that whatever she was hiding could be our way out. So, I stayed silent, trapped in an endless spiral of uncertainty and speculation.
Unanswered Questions
Tension in the Air
The secrecy surrounding Mom’s phone calls loomed over us, an unspoken wall that seemed to grow taller with each passing day. Our conversations grew tense, weighed down by questions we dared not ask and fears we couldn’t voice. The silence between us spoke louder than words, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that lingered. It felt like balancing on a tightrope, where a single misplaced word could shatter the fragile illusion of normalcy we were desperately trying to preserve.
Tension In The Air
