My mother is strong.
She can split mountains with her pinky and shatter the ground we walk on with just a tap of her finger. I have watched her mend the unmendable and save the light in people's eyes. I saw her heal and break and heal and break and break and break and break.
My mother is broken.
Her smile, her laughter, the glint in her eyes, the hop in her footsteps, the chirp in her voice. Everything about her is forced, faked, cracked - unmendable. I saw her try and try and try to heal herself and give back the light she had in her eyes but my mother is strong and when you're strong, all you do is break.
My father is gone
I know why he left but never why he did not stay. His face is a memory, a picture frame, a stranger. He is nobody, just someone who my mother's tears have always belonged to. I heard stories of him and why he went on his mission, but they all sounded like legends to me and I am still confused why he would rather be a hero than a husband and a father.
My father is a compilation of my questions
"Mama, why is papa not here?" "When is he coming back?" "Will he ever?" My mama's answers were always delivered the same way, like she was telling herself that he was gonna come home too. That we were not memories or picture frames or strangers to him.
"Mama, is papa strong like you?"
She tells me yes, almost stronger than her.
"So does he break too?"
"Yes, Sarada, we are your father's pain"
Author's Note: Please don't misunderstand this story's message. I love Sasusaku and the Uchiha Fam. I wrote this because I was feeling down and wanted to write someone else's pain, so I wrote Sakura's because I honestly think that if you love someone as much as she loved Sasuke, then you will break when they leave. The last two lines mean that Sasuke breaks as much as Sakura does, if not more. I love the both of them so much, but they can hurt too.