The yelling, the laughing, the fighting.
Always, the fighting.
It makes her scrunch her eyes, pained by the relentlessness of it.
Eventually, she will snap and be the cause of the noise. She will yell. She will be angry. There will be looks of surprise, of shock, maybe even of fear.
Worst of all will be the looks of pain her verbal weapons cause.
And then will come the respite. He will take them somewhere, give her space. Give her peace.
She will bask in the quiet.
And then she will miss them.
Miss their… noise.
Written by Cate Waltham