The Emptiest of Feelings - 9.27.2006

The neighbors were screaming this evening. At first I tried to study through the noise, but soon it was too loud, so I slipped out of my room into the tiny courtyard of our home. I stood next to Mom, who had wandered away from the kitchen and towards the discord. She didn´t dare say anything out loud, so she quietly smacked her fist into her palm to tell me what was going on. We stood silently together as the sounds sank through the sheets of metal that form our roof. She wrung her hands every time she heard their children crying.