A home?
A place where your mornings start with scoldings and nights end with arguments?
A place where you are unloved?
A place where you don’t even know what your siblings feel about you?
A place you are having heavy heartbeats and panics?
A place where you don’t feel like sharing anything?
A place where your existence doesn’t seem worthy?
A place where you can’t even cry peacefully?
A place where no one express what they feel?
Is this place called a home Maa?
Is it? Really?