I had always prided myself on being the peacemaker in my family. Every birthday, every holiday, every dinner, I tried tirelessly to keep the atmosphere light, cheerful, and harmonious. Yet, no matter what I did, the arguments never ceased. Brothers clashed over money. Sisters fought over trivial matters. Parents raised their voices at each other over decisions that should have been simple. I would spend hours mediating, apologizing, and negotiating peace, only to watch the cycle repeat itself the very next day. The constant tension left me exhausted, and I often found myself lying awake at night, tears staining my pillow, wondering if I was destined to live in a household perpetually torn by conflict.
“Why does my family always fight no matter what I do?” I asked one evening, my voice trembling with both exhaustion and despair. My mother’s scolding from earlier that day still echoed in my mind, my siblings’ whispered criticisms still stung, and I felt utterly powerless. For years, I had carried the burden alone, convinced that the responsibility for family peace rested solely on my shoulders. I tried everything—patience, understanding, reasoning, even small gifts to lighten moods—but nothing seemed to work. Every attempt felt like shouting into a storm that refused to calm.…CONTINUE READING
