People tends to wear smiles as a mask... You don't even know what hides behind it. Is it sadness? Anger? Disgust? Contempt? or maybe even "Burden".
You'll know by looking at the person's eyes... As the saying goes, "The eyes never lies".
I don't know why my mother and sister couldn't bear the guilt of sendind "our" father to court.
I lack emphaty? Maybe even sympathy... Why can I feel nothing when I think of sending my own father to prison?
Maybe I'm just really callous.
What's callous you say? It means having no emotional response or feeling especially forward suffering.
"So I'm like an outsider to my own situation and their situation... We're on the same boat yet I can't understand or emphatize with them".
How did this all even happened? I'll start from the beginning.
It all started in a normal night, that's what I thought at first... Until my sister came home crying she was 6 years older than me... She was sobbing, when my mother asked why she said father slapped her. I didn't care at first and was just staring at my phone scrolling.
I was in the next room besides them. I listened to how my sister cried and told our mother what happened I didn't really listened as... I just continued strolling on my phone until I heard it... She broke down completely, seems like she had reach her limits... What I heard next shocked me it was absolutely terrifying to hear... It was okay if only I didn't hear her said something that disturb me...
As I heard her sobbing she said the words I dread to hear...
"Father had been touching me since I was twelve!" I heard her say those words while she was crying even harder.
At that moment I felt something hot drip down my face, it seems like I was also crying because she wasn't the only one who had been touched by our father...
I was too...
My aunt who was next room came rushing out and asked that what she had said was true. She started cursing my father who wasn't there.
Then they came up to us me and my middle sister. She also asked if we have been touched by our father... I raised my hand I don't want to say it with words but I just said it through action.
At that moment my mother who was already crying burse into even more silent tears. They immediately ordered us to change and we're going to the police station we did as they instructed and followed them.
Before leaving my mother tolled my second sister to stay at the house incase our father asked about the situation.
Later on our way my mother receive a message from my sister she said that our father messaged her and asked what my older sister told to our mother... She said she told our father that sister told our mother that she was slapped by our father...
It was true though it isn't like she was lying...
As we were walking my mother asked me.
"How could you hide something like that from me?" I remained silent for a moment before answering.
"Because I don't know how to tell you..." I said to her smiling while I stared at sky.
"When did this happened and how many times did it happened?" She asked me her voice shaky.
"In May. I'm not sure about the date but it started that month. About two times." I said I continued walking.
"After that I never went to father's house again..." I said it quietly but I'm sure she heard it.
As we continue walking we stayed silent then it started to rain it was 10:30 pm it was already deep in the night... Yet were still walking not going anywhere special but the police...
As she walked she fell into deep thought.
'how will I tell this to the police... Won't it destroy our family? But its for the better.... Right?.....' This swirled in her mind.
It's a shambles of thought also the chains of pressure from choosing if it's either right or wrong....
As they continue to walk the city lights caught the girls eyes.
'oh...? Why was the city's light seem like stars today?... Maybe because it's like stars in the night sky or is it because it night?.....' silly question and kind of hope was put into her...
As they walk they reached closer to the police station and finally the have arrived.
To be continued...