Anger Beneath Calm
Sitting across from my parents, their voices filled the room with an odd familiarity. But as they spoke, a fire simmered beneath my calm expression.
Their words felt too perfect, like a rehearsed play I’d heard before. ‘We had no choice,’ they insisted, but I couldn’t swallow the excuse.
My heart screamed for justice, but my lips smiled politely. I nodded through their explanations, the anger bubbling quietly, waiting for an escape.