They fought everyday. She sometimes sat and listened. Sometimes sympathized. And most of the times shut herself in the room till the voices fade out.
They would get back to normal pretty soon.
One day in the market, she saw him and her... another her. Cuddling, laughing, hands held tight. Her eyes welled up. She went home, took out the family picture and stabbed it with a ball pen!
Her life was never the same again... her perfect pink bubble burst with a bang!
Her father was having an affair....