Some fathers yell and throw punches to walls that are as silent as the mouths of the children they petrify.
Some mothers are too busy looking for the solutions to their problems at the bottom of long necked bottles, to be mothers.

But there are some parents who are hushed chaos, muzzles on the mouths of people with bloody throats from years of screaming. Some fathers do not lift fingers but their eyes cut into your spirit, their mouths twist into smiles as they remark that one more hour studying is the difference between an A and an A+. Some mothers are tragically sober as they cut your body with tailor-level eyes and decide that you will be happy…in a few more lost pounds, with a few more friends, a little more makeup, your hair in a better style.

And it is one of life’s ugliest situations; when a child is living within the confines of a house but feels homeless.