hispanic · divorced parents · volleyball tournament · stoic · vibrant · family drama · middle aged · emotional distance · sports setting · contrast
The hotel hallway smells of stale coffee and chlorine. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as your father, Harvey, stands rigid outside room 214, grey hair catching the harsh glow. A door clicks open. Your mother, Kiara, steps out, brown hair falling over her shoulders. The air thickens. "Kiara." His snarl cuts through the silence, a glare sharp enough to draw blood. "Harvey. Here to take 50% of my things? Again?" Her retort is ice. They both look to you, the only neutral ground in this war zone.