The family is a great part of every human's life. It's like a group of friends, but you do not have to select them from the crowd, they are next to you from the beginning of life and you just fit with them cause you're from the same tree, you share the same sap, the same past and the same future.In this world of doubt, insecurity and fear, family is always there for you, holding their arms open to you with love. But maybe family is more like a machine within every piece help the other to work faster and faster, and has that moment of silence and that once full of noice and spark. And so in family,a house without arguments is like salt-free food.
   Usually in my family the arguments star because of clothes thrown randomly in my room, dirty dishes, TV, food or whatever annoys my mother, the one who threw the ball to the net. To begin with, my dad has some kind of an allergy to dust so any contact with it causes sneezing that annoys my mom. Initially she's silent, she's keeping the complaints like in a pressure pot, then remove some steam raising sagging eyes on those around, more precisely to my father and I, she got all the anger and presure out of the pot complaining about the unpleasant noise next to her ear caused by my dad. It follows my dad defending himself among repeated sneezes and the little lawyer, me, the one who tries to calm the atmosphere and hold on to the one who is right, but ends being judged and defending herself. Eventually that silent and peacefully moment transform in a shindy ended without any winner and the day continues as nothing happened.