Loud voices bleed through the walls;
And echo through the house
The sound of doors slamming rumble like thunder
Blankets pulled up to my chin as I cower in the dark
My brother does the same in his bed next to mine
The stairs creek as they're stomped upon
The front door slams;
And the house becomes silent
I can faintly hear the sound of my mother weeping
This has become a family tradition;
And hopefully will become a faint memory