The break-up of Family

It's funny how the littlest argument can escalate into a fiasco. The family ties that once weaved my family together is slowly, but surely disintegrating. Who's to blame? I don't know.

I had lunch with a friend. She always asks after my family. My sisters. Like me, she has the same number of sisters and brothers. I don't know why I suddenly felt the tears creeping, gathering at the lids, slowly descending down my cheeks. In public. I was horrified to be caught so emotional. A simple question. An simple inquiry into the welfare of my family, my sisters could send me into a facial mess. I was surprised. So was she.

How did it all start? It was so long ago. I forget. But it probably was something insignificant. Not worth making a big deal out of it. And yet, the wedge that separated us has grown bigger and bigger each year. Until now. We no longer speak. They have said they don't like me anymore. How childish. They are cutting me off.

I sometimes wonder. Would it be better if I wasn't here? Would my disappearance make things better? Would it make them happy to know she's no longer there?