Writing from Life - Original WritingI couldn't even look her in the eye. Not after what I'd done. What he had done. Being part of a big family was difficult, but there was always someone to talk to, but not this time. I was generally closest to Rabia. She was two years younger than me and for her everything was simple and she had a simple answer. I think that's why we were so close. He was always great if you had a problem or needed help. She was also fun to be with, making up games that people would normally call childish, but because she made them up, they were "cool". It was because everyone saw her as beautiful. He always got the best grades and had a really sweet and persuasive smile. Her hair was cut in a short bob, and she was what many would call a tomboy; but those of us who knew her well, knew better. She spent an age making sure her hair was coated in Herbal Essences conditioner when she washed it, and although she was only thirteen, she wore makeup to create that "it took absolutely no time to..." get ready look. Despite her teenage antics, she was still the child, my mother's little girl, but she acted more adult. Of course she still played children's games, but she was very balanced and never mean. On the other hand, she was the "sweet, innocent little girl" who could get away with anything. If we were on good terms with each other, it would benefit me. Otherwise, I would feel the wrath of the beast. Don't get me wrong, it's not that my mother isn't nice; it's just that he is a tense person by nature. You can see when it's about to explode. About twenty minutes before he does it, he purses his lips and says... in the middle of the paper... he starts screaming. There were four of us in the room, yet it seemed so empty. «I'm going for a walk. Make dinner," he said in a tone I couldn't understand. He wasn't normal and calm, but he wasn't angry either. I couldn't decipher it. When he left the room, we all stood there, silent and still, like the wretched creatures we were. I wanted to go to Rabia in her corner and take her out to console her and protect her, as I knew Zaina would do with me; but I couldn't. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything, especially with Laila around. We had caused this problem, yet Rabia and mother were paying the consequences. Who knew when mom would be home? Would she be back tonight? All because of Laila and I couldn't even look her in the eyes. Not after what I'd done. What he had done. What we had done.