I hate her husband. I tell myself I don't, and that he's not even worth generating that emotion in me, but shit, I can't stand to see my sister cry. I turn around and see Angel, playing by himself, trying to block out the screams of frusteration and the arguing and crying. They will drive that child to solitude before long, and he will go inside himself, and by the time they want him to bond with them, to emerge, it will be too late. That's why I always try my best to ignore the shouts and screams too, and to go to my nephew when he needs me. Like now.