A Cold Saturday Morning

It was supposed to be a warm and blissful Saturday morning. The sun was hovering outside, shedding its resplendent rays, and yet the air is cool and breezy. I had exactly eight hours of sleep and lucid dreams. Nothing can seem to ruin the mood.

But as you might have well observed, I'm a magnet for unfortunate events.

Just when I thought that everything will be all right, time will prove my assumption to be otherwise.

I don't know what the problem is - well yes, I do have an idea, of course. But whose fault? I can pinpoint the mistakes of each side, but who is the person who is singularly committing the most error?

Maybe it's my brother - somewhat rude, irresponsible, brash and stubborn. He is a master of getting his own way, and forcing people to follow what he wants. He despises being reprimanded, and that is quite stupid of him. Everyone living under this roof has all of the reasons to sermon him. The way he shouts back to his parents, the way he goes about his life . . . It's just plain wrong.

Or perhaps our parents.

Daddy is short-tempered. And although we're rarely at bad terms with each other, he and my brother are always in a fight. He becomes annoyed at the slightest trivialities, sometimes without even knowing the other side of the story. And worse is, he can say the harshest things. It could be unintentional, only brought about by passion . . . But still. It's already been said. My brother might not understand yet, but I do know that Daddy cares for him with such an intense affection. Sometimes, Dad doesn't just have an idea how to express himself in the best way.

And my Mom. Mommy is tactless and has a difficulty in keeping her mouth shut. She would speak at the most untimely moment, sometimes for good, but oftentimes it only made things worse. Albeit she would act as the peacekeeper mostly, sometimes it wouldn't suffice to disseminate the flame. After all, what's done is done.

I don't know, I don't know.

All I'm certain is: a day wouldn't pass without an argument between those three.

[And even now, I hear their yells resounding from above.]