Tonight, the dinner table was unusually quiet

Mom held the spoon in her hand, but she wasn’t eating. Her eyes looked heavy, like she wanted to say something… but couldn’t.
Dad sat stiffly, staring at his plate. He looked calm on the outside, but inside, there was anger… and hurt.
Their son sat between them, silent. For the first time, he realized that a home isn’t built by walls… it’s built by conversations. And tonight, there were none.
“How could you make such a big decision without telling me?” Dad finally broke the silence.
Mom’s voice trembled, “I only wanted his happiness…”
The boy looked up and softly said, “But when you both fight… what about my happiness?”
For a moment, everything froze.
There was food on the table… but no one was hungry.