Broken Glass

What would you do if the one that you love does not trust you? What would you say if they misjudge and accuse you of the things that you never do? How do you react to know all of that comes from your own parents? Mixture of emotions swirl together as one in a fiery pot- that is what going to happen. As for me, I picture it more like a broken glass. When the trust is shattered, how do you pick those pieces and glue it together? I did not. I withdrew and carry those shattered glass with me to the One who know how to fix it. Papa. Papa knows everything. Papa knows what to do. Everything that I know revolves around Papa. My loved ones does not see it. Generation has become the barrier to reach one another. If only they knew...