Right now is as hard as it has ever been. You don't understand each other. All of you. A person cannot exist, aware of the internal conflict carried by the members of his own environment, his family. Everyone needs a break. How to do it? Nobody knows. You all try to reconcile, to return everything to where it was before, but that never happens. You cannot change the fact that has already been done and move on; you all must experience it and draw conclusions.

What conclusions? Does anyone know how to make the conclusions of three people similar so that they no longer provoke anger and incompleteness? You don't. You know nothing and can do nothing. It hurts you to the point of foolishness and offense that you think so, but your thoughts are now occupied by something so distant, so intangibly material, like only a dream and an unknown result of what has been done, that it seems to you as if you will never learn to live without feeling guilty for what you did. For what you all did.

It is karma for that quiet character that does not allow you to abstract from everything on the way to the goal. Does it hinder? Definitely. For you? For everyone. You did nothing toward the conflict that somehow loomed in the family in this period, but you still blame yourself.

Love has left your family.

Only the stern looks of your older brothers came, as you wipe the floor with a rag and try to erase the traces, barely holding back the tears welling up. As well as dreams that someday ( definitely not today ) you will heal more calmly and joyfully and be able to do this for others.

You know that there is only one way: to wait for the healing of feelings that are as fragile as a glass ballerina toy. Everyone is responsible for the situation. Everyone had an equal share in this. But now no one needs your help.

The house is so quiet, as if everyone who lives in it has lost the ability to speak.