A Flower In Each Hand

I was quick to realise that even though what I said made both of them realise their mistakes, I also got caught up in the mood and took things a little too far.

This was also made obvious when the atmosphere, which I thought would return to harmony after I spoke my true thoughts, didn't happen like I thought it would. 

Rather, the kitchen that was supposed to be a warm and pleasant place where a family shared laughter and funny stories of what happened in their life that day had somehow turned into an icefield that was completely silent.

Why was I saying that the kitchen had suddenly become a cold and detached place that honestly felt a bit uncomfortable to stand in, you ask?

Well, for one, my mother was currently pouting with a feisty look on her face like a little gerbil that was furious about what her son said to her.