They Feast, We Scrape By: Where Is Justice in Our Family?

They Feast, We Scrape By: Where Is Justice in Our Family?

Last night, just as we sat down for our humble dinner, my stepbrother and stepsister returned home, arms full of shopping bags and laughter. I offered for us all to eat together, but they refused, retreating to their room with barely a glance. Left with my mother and a pot of plain porridge, I couldn’t help but wonder: why is our family so divided, and where has fairness disappeared to?

Hatred Without Borders

Hatred Without Borders

Tonight, I found myself walking home through the rain-soaked streets of Manchester, my mind swirling with memories and anger. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me, as I replayed the bitter argument with my brother that had torn our family apart. I never imagined hatred could run so deep, or that it could leave me feeling so utterly alone.