Dagger

I prepared a speech for them. I made sure it was structured properly, it had a beginning and a solution. I had touch points I knew I had to stress on. 

I practiced the speech. I did not want to clam up. 

It went partly as planned, with tears and screams. My mother cried and shouted, my father was stoic and asked why did he have to go through this. I felt alone. I cried and cried, I was angry too. Nothing I said could change their mind and Nothing they said would change mine. We were twisting daggers into each other's hearts. 

In the end, I hugged both of them, despite their disapproval. 

There was no solution, only humans walking on autopilot. 

I feel empty and resigned. I am a shell being pushed by the waves, crushed on a beach I did not come from. What will happen to the pieces of me left.