It started around midnight.
“You’re a martyr – just like your mother,” yelled my mother.
“You’re a dictator – just like your father,” yelled my father.
Eight years old and listening through plaster walls they’d built themselves, I wondered which parts of them had collided in me.
They thought I was asleep.
Jasmine Beth writes and performs songs, stories and poems. She lives in Sydney, but tours Australia and the UK regularly. Follow her at jasminebeth.com.