Is it just a picture or..

Growing up I always heard people say that you can tell a story just by looking a picture. It can a painting, illustration,drawing or even a random photo but the main gist of rather story is that you can tell a story by looking at it. The story can either be what you think the painter qas trying to tell his audience or just maybe what you want it to tell. Today we are going to look for a picture that we could tell a story from.

Ok...ok..well I can totally relate to this picture and I don't mean like 50%..i mean like 1000%(if that's possible). I don't think I want to tell a story anymore but rather I'll try and share with you what the artist had in mind while he drew this. Now for me to do this,I will not just speak for the artist,I will become the artist(in my head though). Ok.. Let's begin shall we…..

I want to assume that my faher and mother never truly loved each other before they had me because their frequent argument and lifestyle was just so full of hatred for each other. My father either met my mum and they had a one night stand which resulted to me or one of them was drunk on the night of conceiving me. I came into this world like all babies...or rather most babies and I was finally happy to be happy to be out of that stuffed apartment(the womb) which had little to no space for stretching but now I had all the space I needed. Now I did what most babies do when we get hit by the cold air of earth...i cried and cried till they took me to have a warm bath. While I was being washed by the pretty lady in white,I could hear loud voices coming from the room which my former landlord (my mother) had been in but i heard the voices (loud voices might I add) of two people and  I could not be bothered by that but I was curious to say the least. Now I am moved to my former landlords room and I seer another person there but like I said earlier I couldn't be bothered so I just close my eyes. The next time I open them,I am in a different place but still in my landlords arms.  For the next couple If days,i am awoken to those loud noises I heard before and I came to the realization that it belonged to my old landlord and the other person I saw earlier. I will stop my story here because I can't even bear to continue. The loud noises continue and now I have joined them but mine only makes me weak. Please if you know my landlord tell her to stop.

I chose to stop the story there because it was bringing back forgotten memories. Now if you still don't understand the picture,I'll help you. It shows two parents fighting verbally and the child is not happy about it. You might say that it is impossible for a child to understand but is it really though? Children can feel the energy that surrounds them( right? Or was it just me). Needless to say that I experienced this almost all the time while I was growing up and it left an unforgettable scar on me. 

I personally feel that children should not have to be put through that type of pain and at that age too. Now I am not saying that people don't have misunderstandings but don't do it in front of a child and if you know that you and your partner are not compatible, do not have a child and even if you do, do not live together if you know that you can't make things work. Take it from me… You would be doing that child or future child a good thing.

See you next time