My Opa is in the hospital.
The house is a mess.
Everyone's yelling at eachother.
My mom's crying.
My dad is lecturing me.
My Oma is quiet.
My brother is god know's where.
I'm the on-call chauffer and the designated target for hurtful words.
I've only known him for a month and a half, and exchanged a total of 20 comprehensible words between his broken English and my very limited Indonesian vocabulary.
I can't understand a word of what is going on.
Language is so frustrating.
I hope he gets better soon.