A House Divided

It’s always been one thing to have parents against children on topics such as do’s and do not’s, curfew, television time, etc. but it’s another thing when the silent rule is to remain separate.

A father who used to work nearly all hours of the day never saw his children as much as he would like. The time he got to spend at home after dinner was to simply rest after a long and hard day at the family company. Dinner is always exhausting and sometimes he just didn’t want to be there.

A mother who cooked and cleaned, was a house-wife, but also worked at the same time. She went in and out of the house even though she spent most of her hours at home looking after the tidiness of everything. She was too occupied with the chores and her children’s grades in school that she never bothered to stop and see how their mental well-beings were.

A sister who constantly was out of the house once college came around. She was always working or studying or doing something “super impressive” – said by the parents. She was the A student everyone wanted to be. She was the “good girl” every parent wanted to have. She was the high standards the younger one had to meet.

The younger one. Trapped at home. No where to go. Didn’t like school. Didn’t feel free.
She learned at a very young age to keep to herself unless she wanted trouble with her already exhausted parents. She learned to put on an innocent act and pretend as if everything was alright so she would not become more of a burden to the rest of the family; she already didn’t know how to make food or clean the pool or all that stuff.

Years continued. Years passed by. The family grew more and more apart.

A man who was losing his wife to a religion. A woman who was losing her family in her devotion to what she believed in. A grown up girl struggling to find her way and make her parents’ dream come true in being a doctor. A young girl barely making by with darkness hanging around in her mind and demons biting at her ears every time she let her emotions flow.

A man who is sick. He is struggling physically as well as mentally because of all the health problems that have been coming up. He hides it from his two daughters as much as he can, especially the youngest, not wanting to scare them…but they’re smart enough to know. He stays home instead of works and spends most of his time on his phone. He is very closed off from the rest of the world around him.

A woman whose heart is somewhere else, yearns to be there and not here, but doesn’t have the courage to chase after her dreams. She tries her best to bring her dreamed world into her reality but struggles to find a “perfect balance” that will both make her and her family happy. She is busy here and there. She is working now. She spends most of her time out of the house. She is gone from the family, both physically and in her heart and mind.

A young woman who has finished college finds her way to medical school while researching and working on potentially published papers with a surgeon who never wants to say ‘goodbye’. She does big things. She goes to conferences out of state, out of country. She is doing a lot with her life, yet doubt fills her mind about her future in either medical school or graduate school. She doesn’t know if she can do it. She struggles to find the courage to say she is scared.

A just-over-legal girl fights herself within to find a path in which will both please her parents, family, and herself. She struggles to heal from the broken past she has had to deal with. She works hard. She does her best to stay strong. She tries to ignore the fact that she envies her classmates who have friends, are close to their family, and have a fulfilling life. She does her best to make her parents proud…but she is coming to the conclusion that it is more important to make herself proud.

Four people. One broken family.
No one talks to no one. No one knows no one else completely.
Four people. One group.
Are they even a family? Because…
“Blood doesn’t always mean family, and family doesn’t always mean blood.”


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