This word she had already learnt in the early stages of her childhood. A candy coated word to mask the hurt and pain the word actually brings. A simple word that destroyed her whole family, shredding it into pieces.
Ah, yes. She remembered all the arguments, all the yelling, all the blaming, all of it. Happening almost everyday in her house. It starts off with something as simple as 'who throws the rubbish' but progresses into something worse and finally, the 'pressure cooker' blows and it becomes a horrible nightmare, happening right in front of her eyes as she helplessly watch.
Most of the time, after the fights, her parents blame her for all the pain, blame her for their fights and she and she just nods in silence, thinking if they had someone to blame, everything would be alright, everything would be back to normal again.
But...
Everything returning to normal was a far fetched dream, she soon realized. It was like once you break something made out of glass, no matter how hard you try, you can never restore it back to its' original image. It would still have the cracks and serrated edges, sooner or later, it would fall into pieces.
So, don't blame her for being so cynical in life. Don't blame her for not being able to see the good in humanity. Don't blame her for not believing in miracles. Why?
Because whatever she believed in, whatever she trusted most in, all let her down in some point in her life.
So, to prevent anymore hurt and pain in her life, she became cynical.
