Sometimes I hear my parents arguing, and I can see this intangible
wall between them. Everything they say to each other is said at the wall, and their emotional
attempts at communication
bounce off like rain
. I sit there in the hallway
sometimes and listen to them misunderstanding
each other. It makes me rip out my hair and cry, because I can comprehend each of their languages
completely, and I know what they're trying
to say to each other. I can feel the pain
they cause in each other by only speaking their own languages, and never listening
. Sometimes it seems as though she's blind
and he's deaf
, and they each could never imagine
the life of the other.
So, sometimes I go and sit on that wall, and it seems so strange to me, because I repeat everything they've already said to them, and they understand me, because I can speak to each in their own tongue. I sit there and try to interpret their emotions, and they understand me.
Still, I'll never be a solution to their problems. I'm their daughter, damn it, not their psychologist.