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"I don't like what you did;  just owe up for your mistake."

 
"What mistake are you talking about? I begged you before I left. Didn't I?
 
"You would have instructed Nancy to do it."
 
I watched my parents tone in another argument before dinner at the sitting room. These two are funny enough that I have observed them all my life, and I hate seeing them argue. It always results in people not talking to each other for days, especially when the argument is heated.
 
My mom never agrees; she keeps shouting for hours till your ear hurts. Whenever I notice any slight argument,.
 
Boom, you will just see me in my room with my earphones blocking my ears till they die down. After much noise, everything has died down, and I creep out of my room.
 
On this fateful day, it was a drama. I looked left and right with no sight of anyone around the lobby. I went to the sitting room to continue what I was doing.
 
Within minutes, I heard the door slam against itself so loudly that I thought the door might be damaged due to the heavy impact.
 
"Jeclyn," my mother called so angrily that my chest jumped into my stomach, thinking through in my head whether I had committed any offense. I didn't just want a transfer of aggression; I answered without wasting much time. I didn't want to aggravate her anger any more. I knew getting to her bad side at that moment was full of poured-down emotions, telling you how she carried you for nine months.
 
"Mummy, you called for me," she said, her eyes full of rage. I prayed silently in my head.
 
"You didn't give Mummy David the rice I asked you to give her."
 
"Oh, mummy, I...
 
"You see, you are always forgetting...
She caught me off-guard before I could fully explain myself.
 
 
Here we go again. I just knew her anger would have a touch on me; she kept on shouting. I silently took what she asked me to deliver before leaving the house. I exhaled heavily after being out of sight. Gosh, thank God, I had a narrow escape. I stayed out throughout that day before coming home in the evening.
 
As I neared the sitting room, I heard people laughing. I wonder who was laughing. This house was hot before I left. I passed the sitting room as I saw my parents laughing so heartily.
 
What? These two were arguing a few minutes ago. I walked in like a ghost, sitting on the sofa, listening to their conversation. I laughed along with them during their conversation.
 
"What did you say again?" My father asked
 
"I told you that the guy is his senior brother." I said it over and over again. I could detect discomfort in my mother's voice.
 
"What?" My father asked again, and here comes another argument I sensed.
 
My mother picked offense with a hard edge in her voice as she kept talking.
 
I just knew this heartfelt laughter would soon end and turn into another round of argument.
 
The next moment, my father stood up, picking up a particular word that innated my mother's anger, forming a song, and dancing to it.
 
His dancing steps can make a laneman laugh out loudly. My mother's face changed; I could see smiles on her lips. Gosh, I love these two so dearly. What is a world without them? I have told my dad several times that to be a comedian, he was going to make a huge amount of money, but he turned it down.
 
His sense of humor was what I admired so dearly that most times I just couldn't put a smile on others faces when I knew I was hurting inside, but he does to those around him. It was one of the traits I admire about him. It's been a roller coaster of years watching my parents from a tender age, and all I could say is, "They are a match made in heaven."
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