I woke up one Sunday in the morning to realize that some very loud screams came out of my mother's room. My sister and mother were fighting, again, but this time it was louder. I got a little scared. Because I thought somebody was going to get hurt, my first reaction was to get up and see what was happening. When I got to the room, the fight was already over, and my sister was walking out. "Get out of the way, idiot", she said (she said worst things when she was mad).
After that happened, I jumped on my mom's bed to see if I could get some words from her, but I couldn't. She looked surprised, sad, and mad at the same time. I though she had left the world for one second but later on she responded, "nothing". I waited there for 30 minutes until she said we were going to go out and eat.
That day was one of the worst day ever. It was sad and in everything anybody said you could hear the bad mood we all had. We went to church and it was the same. We went home and we all went to our rooms. The reason why I avoid fights with my mom is because of this. It ruins the day to you and for everyone. The worst thing about it is that it happened every weekend. It was me or my sister and my mom always had her day ruined. I really wanted to make things better so I went to her room and started talking to her; she looked like she was going to cry like in the mass. I was trying to make things better, not trying to make it worse.
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