One more week passed. But nothing changed. My parents still fight every day and night. The home that once had laughter now feels cold, dull. They don't look happy anymore. They don't look healthy. It feels like they are just... existing. There's no glow on their faces. No energy in their voices. Especially my mother, she already has so many tensions, she needs rest. But not just her, even my father needs rest. He has become quieter these days. He doesn't argue as much, but I can see the tiredness in his eyes, the weight he carries inside. They both are overthinking everything. Even the smallest matter turns into a storm. And whenever they talk, they end up arguing. Again.

And I know... fights never happen from one side. Just like you can't clap with one hand, you can't argue alone. Both hands need to come together. One hand may hit harder, so the sound is louder, but still - both are involved. Same with people. One might be more wrong, but the truth is, both are wrong somewhere.