"Please stop!" I beg.
I sit on the floor in the corner of a room I share with my three brothers, covering my ears.
I am not covering them from my parents voices, though. No, I'm very much used to hearing them shout. But the children are not.
Jamie is frantically crying, basically screaming, and it is becoming difficult to be so close to him.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry, Lily's gonna give you some wings to fly..." I sing not even hearing my own voice, but it slowly starts working.
Jamie gets more and more silent as I repeat the invented lyrics, and now I can clearly hear my parents's conversation.
"You are such a hypocrite!" Mom yells. "I saw you! I saw you with my own eyes!"
"Why are you lying? I told you myself! I came the moment it happened and I confessed!" Dad argues.
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