The fighting. The fighting seemed to stick out to little Frída and ring in her ears. Her parents seemed to be at each others throats again. Though, the two of them never wed one another before or after welcoming their two children into the world on the same day, it didn't change the fact that they continued to bicker like a couple that had been married for fifty years. Her little, innocent ears weren't able to make out any words that were being thrown back and forth, but all she really knew was that it was bad. Her twin brother, Óskar, was sound asleep in the bed next to her. How he could sleep through the noise was beyond her, but she managed to slip out from beneath her covers and creep down the staircase until she was sitting on one of the steps. She would always remember how red her fathers face was and the sadness that had taken over her mothers entire body.
"Páll, please calm down before you wake the children. Think of them and think about how this will affect them, don't you care?" Her mother was close to tears and it was evident that she didn't want this older man she had grown to love see her breaking down right before his eyes. The cold and sad fact was that he didn't care. He had completely detached himself from becoming a father the day his two beautiful children were born. He didn't want them - in his eyes they were a mistake that should have been corrected early on in the pregnancy.
"I simply can't do this anymore, Brynja. I haven't been happy for two years and it made me realize that I'm not meant to be a father. I'm completely detached to the children and it may be a wholeheartedly selfish decision on my part, but it's one that I'm not going to change my mind on. I tried, but I can't lie about how I really feel any longer. I'm sorry."
It was then that Frída noticed her fathers bags were already packed. After his fake apology the room went silent and the last thing Frída heard was the sound of the front door slamming and her mother completely breaking down.