ven more distant than the last time Adam came home. It feels like dad is getting a little more distant from him after each of his visits and it scares me. I never witnessed a fight between Adam and m

nd all they did was a handshake. And Adam – Adam didn't even try to make thing

re talking instead of our words. Mom kept glancing at my father. Her eyes were begging him to not to start arguing with Adam. Adam glanced at me – telling me how much he dislikes it. I glanced at him

t we don't have anything to say to each other when in reality we all are dying to say it aloud." He said irksomely. We all stopped eati

not here." She asked him slowly. Adam looked at my mom and sighed befo

ont of a packed restaurant. That's all, right? I mean like just look at him." Dad waved his hands towards Adam, who was glaring at

der your roof – I am twenty-eight and I can make my own decisions!" Adam said. "I like the way I dress, I like what I do. You can't you be just happy for what I am?!" he looked at dad and mom, "You both are always complaining, whining about life, depressing over the situations that shoul

everyone was quietly looking at us – fighting like animals. The manager came and tried to talk to my father, but he ignored him and continued. "She is living her own l

ronted. "Emma's living her own life? You make her breath your air, Dad – that's not what living means. You are suffocat

looked like they both will get into the physical fight any time now. My mother was still in shock by the manner thing were taking place while I kept my head bowed as I hear them he

t get more embarrassing. I removed the napkin from over my lap and put it on the table before I got up and took my handbag and quietly left the dining area with my head down. I could hear my mother and brother calling

She hastily walked and stood beside me while putting her hand on my shoulder, "Emma, I am so sorry dear." She said lightly. I sniffed and took a deep breath, "It doesn't matter, mom." I told her slowly. I glanced towards the entrance of the re

ctated your life?" She asked almost nervously.

her silence was the indication that she knows my answer, but before he could say anything – scowling Adam and Dad walked out of the restaurant. I sighed

. I could feel his gaze on my face, but I was too angry to

your limit today, Adam." I tol

something like that. No matter what he does or how he behaves – he is our father. You could have waited until we get back home. That was so inappropriate and humiliating." I said to him while he silently listened to me. "First you both fough

st then I heard a car honk – I turned around to see my father honking, "Come on, Emma." He called me. I looked at Adam. He rubbed his forehead and bobbed his head, "Go home." He said. "And what about you?"

. My mother silently listened to him while I pretend as if I wasn't even present there. When we reached home, I didn't talk to anyone and tranquility

o matter how much I try to pursue myself that I am happy – I know I am not. What will happen if I will take stand for myself? My parents will be disappointed in me – yes, but what about myself? Will I be happy knowing that I am the reason for my parent's disappointment? After Adam let them down – th

it – I somehow felt excited. I felt good. Maybe it is time to take another step. Maybe it is not too late. What if I ignore Adam's offer now? What if I never get another chance again? What if

coffee in. My mother looked at me and smiled, "Good morning, honey. I made you some pancakes." She passed me the plate. "Where is Adam?" I asked her. Before she could reply my father inte

e him walking towards the table. "Don't worry, Dad, I will be gone by tomorrow." He told my father as he snig

ore?" My mom asked him while glancing at my father who completely ignored us and kept reading the newspaper. Adam smiled, "I can't, mom.

t real work is because apparently, the rest of the world is just wasting their time

ast in peace." My mother interjected, but

on tattoos, weird dressing and God knows what. Adam, unlike you, we have stability in our lives." My father argued with my brother. It bothered m

ausing all three heads to turn towards me. My hands were getting cold as I was nervou

rt – I was going to kill his dreams and it made me feel horrible, but it was either now or never. "That's what I call a good decision, dear. I hope where you apply for work will pay you

n't getting it, but my mother was. I can already see the disappointment on her face. "What is this c

r's smile turned into a frown. "What?" my father asked. Adam chuckled and patted my back. "You are hi

took a step closer to new expe