The Masquerade Is Over

The quests for truth can mean either freedom, or hurt. I have always been unlucky in unravelling the truth, because it always leads to the latter.

Right now I am in the livingroom with two of my brothers, sharing our thoughts, our shock and dumbfoundedness over what just happened this very night. I am deeply hurt and filled with disbelief at the fact that my family is breaking up into pieces. I always thought that my family was resilient, but I thought wrong. Our distance from each other made our family bonds so weak, that a mere fight over material possessions would break us apart.

I am left broken by this episode in my life. I am now resigned to the fact that I have lost a brother and a sister forever. But I do not have the luxury to grieve. My anger and resolve will conquer what little love I have left for them.