Chapter 2:- The Last Dream:

My mother sighed, hands folded in her lap.
My father was pretending to be reading newspaper.

My younger sister, 10, was reading a book.
My younger brother, 15, was staring at nowhere.

The silence in the kitchen-area was heavy and uncomfortable.
It felt like the atmosphere could crush anyone, who spoke first.

Or moved.

Then -

"...I want to go..."