May 17, 2003.

broken things.

one of the earrings he gave me broke in half. i wonder if this means anything.

last night kavitha and abu fought. loudly, with thumping noises ressembling chasing and hit. as my heart beat out of control, i stood trembling with my ear to the wall, trying to decipher what was going on.

i wanted to cry. suddenly, i felt like i was ten years old again. my parents used to be the same: yelling, screaming, throwing things.

once only, i saw my father hit my mother. on the back. i will remember that forever.

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