THE GENERATION GAP
She dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Her mother saw her wide eyed. Unknown to the source of her ego. She grumbles to herself, "A total waste of a daughter, does nothing to help me, nothing that isn't for her benefit. Living a hollow life. In our days, parents used to hold a place higher than the almighty." Here stands the problem. Those were her days and now, days have changed. The lone soul walks down the street, alone. The street is poorly lit by fluctuating street lights, street dogs circling around dark corners of the road. The sky is dark, as if trying to conceal its darkest secrets. She is sure her mother would still be sitting at home, cursing her. As tears start to cloud up her vision, she starts speaking to herself. "All my life, I have been doing everything I could for them. I have scored well for them, I have greeted random uncles and aunts that I don't even recognise, I have dressed up the way they think I should, I have always