Eyes of pity
Eyes flicked around the room, settling on our family with a mix of pity and sympathy, their faces mirroring the grief that hung heavy in the air. An overwhelming tension pulsed through the space like a silent storm, unseen but deeply felt. Mom sat slumped in her chair, silent tears dripping onto her trembling hands. All around us, people looked away, unsure how to confront the raw sorrow that had suddenly invaded what was meant to be a joyful day.
Eyes Of Pity
Struggling for understanding
The room sank into a heavy silence, still and expectant, as unanswered questions churned in my mind, leaving everything feeling senseless. I stood as if at the eye of a storm, the world whirling around me—grief gnawing at my strength while anger smoldered beneath the surface like burning coals. In that moment, I felt completely unmoored, the very ground beneath me giving way under the weight of Dad’s cruel revelation, making reality itself feel distant and unreal.
Struggling For Understanding
