I watch the tears running down her tired cheeks.

My siblings give the required and tired comfort.

“Everything will be fine”

Something inside me disagree.

They gather fighting the demon together.

Sharing the pain and sorrow.

I try hard to bring myself to same environment.

Yet I don’t feel any pain nor sympathy.

How ? I’m also affected.

I feel used to all these cruel neighbour’s insults.

They’ve become my friends in public.

I’ve welcomed them with warm cup of tea in my heart.

And they feel at home.

Overstaying their welcome by wrenching my family members.

Yet I turn a blind eye.

Wishing that everyone does the same.

For the sake of peace.