Three strangers of a home

We three were supposed to see each other, even if nobody else saw us.

We have similar scars!

We have same parents!

One who thought mistakes are not ok. Try harder.

One who thought he is providing and protecting, but his outside life matters more on a normal day than us.

They saw us when we made mistakes. They forgot us when we are doing ok.

She made us embarrassed when our grandfather was proud of us of our achievements. She reminded us of someone who did well, so their achievements were better.

She told us our uncles will be hurt. 

Our father will be hurt.

She told us it's ok if you ar hurt, because others matter more . 

Don't speak up.

Don't shout.

But we did anyways.

We were scolded and beaten. 

When she tried making us normal, when we grew up, we became the abnormal.

He believed he is right.

He believed people shouldn't be hurt by us. A family dinner, useless. 
A thoughtful gift, unnecessary. He is providing. 

But both served us and protected us. They wore shaded glass to filter us.

They nourished us thinking they are building whom they want.

They called us useless or unlucky when we deviated.

They forgot that we cannot be perfectly molded

Here, we are standing like 3 strangers, who are there for each other. Forgetting to make us see for who we are. 

We Don’t share our worries, unless it fits into the mold they built.

We Don’t share our smaller happiness as if it matters to others.

We forgot each other. We forgot we are siblings. We forgot we matter to each other than just being a support. We do matter as much as parents matter to us. 

We are three adults , walking parallel, unreachable and healing in our own ways. Trying to be better for our spouses.
Trying to be better for our kids.
Hoping we won't pass our scars, 
Hoping we will be a part of a system, which will help us heal. Not the system which failed our parents. 
We will love ourselves more to matter to our loved ones.

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