Excerpt: Exodus

On that pale afternoon in March, I called my parents for the last time. The conversation was filled with the normal pointless chatter about my studies and the importance of seeing the semester through and the appraisal of my work ethic.
Then the bickering started.
My father verses my Mother.
He said, she said and I ignored them, even if it appeared I was listening.
I hung up the phone after their bickering had reached its boiling point and settled with a hiss and release of steam, like an overflowing saucepan on a hotplate.
I felt none the wiser.
I thought parents were supposed to encourage and provide wisdom to their children?
I received neither and I never expected it from them. It was pointless believing in a fairytale, this was reality.