Founding Deceit

I cuddled to my mother's lavish dress. With a delicate fiddle of her hand through my hair, I couldn't have possibly felt more sober. I started to awake my senses against my will to endlessly embrace her... I was welcomed by scattered echo of feeble voices. I would recognize them anywhere, even partly slumbering as I was. Leaving the forest of adoration, I began ears dropping the conversation the voices were having… 
''Hold it back till the next month,'' Father clenched his fists in despair to relief his anger. ''…that is all I am asking for.''
''I couldn't of expect more of you'' Mom said slightly blending.
''I don't want to carry on with this conversation,''
''You won't stop me! You will never stop me from doing what is oath to be right!'' She deeply stared into father's eyes with an obvious determination to win the battle of two hearts. ''My decision is already settled, and it shall not change even with the biggest of eruptions made.'' 
I looked up on my mum's fixed expression. I couldn't of picture what was overflowing her hollow mind. The recent arguments between Mom and Father happen to be more one sided, with my mum being the one to win each one of them… My goal was to never turn my back to half of me, yet, without evidence, I have always supported Mom. Wherever she was arguing with a person very far or too close, my position was always the same. Argument was also not changing. It seems to always be about something I don't know… The meaning is and will be always hidden, as I agree for my throat to be tied as strong as it is needed for me to do not ever ask who 'Alish' is…