There Goes My Chance Of Being Happy

" Why does your voice feel so down. had a bad fight with mum ? " he asks.

Bam.. he knows

" Somehow " I say

" It's fine to argue with your mum sometimes but you shouldn't raise your voice at her " he says softly

" I know " I say

Dad always finds a way to make me guilty.

" Then it's settled " he says.

" Uhmm. you are not going to reprimand me or scold me ? " I ask.

" No. " he says.

" No ? " I ask

" Why ? " I continue.

" Since you know you were wrong and that's all I need to hear " he says.

" Ohh "

" Your mum loves you okay " he says.

Yeah right.

Even if she says that I would not believe it.

" I love you too honey " he says.

" I know " I answer

" Good now have a nice weekend. I have to go now " he says

" Bye "

He had hung up already. that's all he was going to say ?. why call me then. he didn't even talk about his decision about not coming home this Christmas.

Was it that insignificant ?. am I that unimportant ?

I hate my life

I groan and then bang my head on your pillow as I do