The quiet volcanoes release its molten rocks from the white mouths. Raging and fuming, it delivers the dislike it carries from what it sees. In these times, I wish I can yell out all my pent-up frustrations to her. I do not side her ways.
I have someone close to me who will always place her praises on my youngest by-blood person – depriving my eldest by-blood person with graces. The end point of this? The mutual relationships my two by-blood persons are into.
In the most prominent way, she glorifies the beau of the youngest while showing her massive dislike to the beau of the oldest. What a hypocrite! It always escalates whenever she stands on her belief that she is doing the right thing. If I can just slap the senses into her fooled mouth, I would have done it – a long time ago.
I hate this anger growing inside me. I do not like both of my by-blood persons’ beaus but I can still manage to offer them my social respect – this is the only degree I can give and the beaus probably know this already. With her, I want to curse thousands of obscene words and flash the longest litany of ignorance to her just to simmer down my boil.
Now, there are officially four hypocrites in this house – including me.
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