When was the last time you really wanted to (or needed to) say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.”
Whenever my sister and I fight —which is quite an occasion— it is not a fist fight or a shout-a-thon. It is usually a bottle opener competition. We both have so much emotions bottled up inside about each other that we open it one fine day. It is not a good day for me.
In the end, it is usually I who keeps silent. It becomes a memory based examination, who did what, who said what, when, why. I can’t remember all that. I’ve done enough of that during exams. My life is so much more than that.
But for once, when I said something, if only she could not looks at me accusingly and make me think that whatever I was going to say was wrong, I think I would never bottle up emotions in me.