Under Distress

My parents had just got home from work.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom pacing back and forth.  Usually, she would say hi to me and would ask if I'd eaten anything--but not tonight.  I knew something was wrong.  I was right.  After taking a quick shower so I could continue on writing my essay, I went to her room.  Her eyes were drenched with tears.  They were spewing out by the second.  Because of what?None other than my oldest brother.

Apparently, my brother made a rude remark and punctured an emotional, verbal stab on Mom.  Frankly, my brother isn't what I would call my role model.  He drinks, smokes, parties late at night, irresponsible, and worst of all, he died years ago when I realized this wasn't the same brother I had lived with and loved all these years.  My parents are allowing him to work, and he nabs in 1.2k each month, doing very little work.  He doesn't even work fulfill his obligation as an employee, so my mom decided to cut his pay to 600.  This was what started the riot.  My dad is also upset with their oldest son, but he rarely shows his emotions.  My mom is particularly taking it hard.  I'd never seen her cry so much.

My thoughts are so scrambled now...


Thinh Nguyen