Any worthwhile fiction ⁣⁣
should be a combination⁣⁣
of two things ⁣⁣
a reflection of the reality⁣⁣
and a depiction of how it should be⁣⁣
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𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺⁣⁣
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Voices raised ⁣⁣
under the influence⁣⁣
leads to other voices⁣⁣
being silenced⁣⁣
When your power⁣⁣
makes the other person⁣⁣
question their everyday ⁣⁣
little habits like the way⁣⁣
they laugh, the way they smile⁣⁣
the way they sit, the way they walk⁣⁣
You need to realise that this ⁣⁣
power does not come from the bottle⁣⁣
you drink to silence society’s sins you’ve come from⁣⁣
but it comes from the other person’s silence you’ve come to⁣⁣
When the father figure inherits⁣⁣
the destruction of a patriarchal nation⁣⁣
they don’t realise that we’re merely kids⁣⁣
in search of better days⁣⁣
So we try to become the better days⁣⁣
⁣⁣
𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦⁣⁣
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All my life has been a meditation⁣⁣
to unlearn the inner rhythm ⁣⁣
of you that I escape to forget⁣⁣
A habit I didn’t take to⁣⁣
is to pick up the bottle ⁣⁣
when a storm is ⁣⁣
raging inside⁣⁣
while I had just survived the one ⁣⁣
raging outside⁣⁣
Instead of giving it an outlet⁣⁣
and silencing the powerless⁣⁣
I treat my storm with silence⁣⁣
and a glass of water ⁣⁣
to calm my nerves⁣⁣
even if it leads to an implosion⁣⁣
even if it leads to the blocking of memories⁣⁣
All not to become ⁣⁣
the melting pot of my traumas⁣⁣
All not to⁣⁣
externalise the habit⁣⁣
I had internalised to silently hate⁣⁣
All for the hope of better days that I live now

NaPoWriMo Day15: It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.