A Well Oiled Machine

My family is a well oiled machine, a team, able to accomplish anything as long as we work together. Well, that’s what my mum says. According to her we are more than just a group of individuals joined together by blood. Sometimes it actually seems what she says is true. Till she goes out. Then we fall apart. Our one team breaks into two or more smaller opposing teams, our house becomes a warzone.

“It’s your turn to do the dishes!”

“Stop calling me stupid!”

“I can’t stand you, I hate you! I hate you all!”

Doors are slammed, tears are shed and, in one case, a book gets slammed into someone’s nose causing blood to flow. Yet when mum gets home everything is fine. We smile and act the part of obedient, beautiful children. All of mum’s friends are impressed.

“How do you get your kids to behave?”

I feel like such a liar, I want to tell mum the truth but that would upset and disappoint her.

A/N – I didn’t really want to update twice in the same day but I really wanted to write this.