The roof on the house was broken.
When it rained, it would seep through the ceiling in the dining room. Her mother would have to place buckets on the floor to stop puddles from forming.
It was a bone chilling cold that would find it’s way into the apartment. The weather outside always represented the mood of the house, cloudy and depressing.
The daughter often wore piles of clothing to keep warm or she would make herself a cup of tea. The parents fought constantly.
The daughter would let the heat from the tea wash over her, warming every limb in her body. She would close her eyes and wish she was anywhere but there.
She would try to focus her attention on the dripping noise of the water seeping through the ceiling.
So much water would come through that it would cause a bubble to form. It was like the water was trying to make its way through to them.
Now that she’s older, she thinks back to that leaky roof. It was a representation of everything wrong in her life.
The broken roof was a symbol of the broken household she lived in. The water bubble in the ceiling, with all the cracks of paint chipping off, represented her emotions.
Something was coming to the surface and she did not quite know what it was when she was just a kid.
As an adult, she looks back and realizes that the thing that was bubbling to the surface was her anger. Her depression. Her need to escape that house.