When he raised his voice at her, it felt like domestic violence. It felt like she got slapped in her face, with sound waves. He doesn’t know his own voice’s weight. The velocity. The whiplash.
Her own father, in childhood, once. Or twice? Not too many times. Always a sore spot in her wounded child memories.
She was never physically disciplined by her father, only a raising of the voice. Too much. It went too far. The little girl was wounded — perhaps, necessarily, during those times. But an emotional wound that was bleeding, nonetheless.
She walked around Melbourne CBD, just wandering and looking, and came across a bookstore on Collins St. Just browsing, just perusing, don’t need a salesperson’s suggestions. Let me stay in my daydreams…
“I want the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind…” she said to herself.
She walked through every section, every genre.
Until she same across the sales table, a very little book on Buddhism.
It reminded her of her mother. She flipped to a random page, like she was asking for answers from the Universe.
There was a peaceful message. A comfort. A calm.
She felt salvaged.
“Okay, yes, I’ll go back to Gold Coast.” — Her mother had been wanting.
“I’ll just forget about all this. I’ll go home. I don’t need Melbourne anymore. It’s all too much.”
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