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I first realized that my parents
were adults when my father
told me that my mother
didn't love him. I felt as if
my intestines squeezed themselves
into knots, choking my gut to
believe that life would always
be this way, that love was my
exhausted mother returning home so
that my father could scream at
her, next door neighbors poking their
eyes through blinds at his enraged voice.
I first realized that my parents
were adults when my mother
grieved her dead brother as my
father sits and drinks his fourth
can of the day.
I first realized that my parents
were adults when I searched for family.
Posted Apr 22, 2020, 4:15 PM UTC
I love how you immediately captured my attention as a reader with this blunt line:
It's honest and gives the reader the context they need moving forward. From there the stream of consciousness-style format helps aptly convey the cavalcade of emotions that come toppling down as you navigate all the situations you've been placed in.
I don't have too much complaint other than I feel like the line "next door neighbors poking their//eyes through blinds at his enraged voice" feels out of place right after you talk exclusively about your parents' interactions and actions. They feel like unneeded characters within the story.