question

where is the

?

delicious ambiguity.

age-old drama

stop fighting, please.

i hate it when you guys fight. maybe you have never thought about how your arguments affect us but i don't want to be the one to tell you. i can tell you're sad and heartbroken without me telling you all about the trauma you cause us whenever you pull each other's hair.

i know you're sad, i know you miss my brother, i know you just want attention but you need to learn to cope adaptively. we cannot stay here forever, we need to grow up. frankly, it's your selfishness that prevents that from happening. you cannot shelter us forever, we need to be able to run under the rain, cross the dangerous streets, get attacked by strangers, fall in love, get hurt and survive.

i don't know how to tell you because i'm afraid of hurting you.

and you're already hurting too much.

delicious ambiguity.