"NOOOO!" My mother yelled picking up the vase on her nightstand and throwing it hard against the wall with a deafening impact.
The sound reverberated in the room, smashing pieces of glass in all directions. The fine vase that rested there was reduced to a thousand pieces, showering the floor like a celestial map of stars. The most piercing sound possible hung suspended in silence, petrifying every human being present in the room with terror.
My mother was throwing tantrums as she had arrived here. Not a single day she felt even remotely at home since the day she arrived here. Yet this time, the harshness of her actions took everyone by surprise but that created a tense atmosphere Pieces of the shattered vase on the ground served as a brutal reminder of what had just occurred.
