Does your family fight about chocolate cakes too ?

Hint : it's not about the cake..

For as long as I can remember, I had this singular belief that what happened inside my household was this version of reality that no one could ever relate to. None of my friends could have had experiences like my own : our fights always felt embarrasing to tell, our struggles of metaphysical, spiritual and financial order were so particular to us that talking about it to anyone would put me in the most excrutiating public humiliation.  As I got older, it turned out that my friends' families were as embarrasing as my own, that even if we didn't emerge of the same social class, the intricacies of our intergenerational clashes were rooted in the same unstables spaces of self-awareness and communication problems.

This morning, we had one of those ' god-forbid-if-anyone-sees-us ' kind of fights : the type that relates to everything else but the main subject of the argument. The kind that makes the 22 years old adult me feel anger, shame and confusion all at once. It was about a chocolate cake. Yes, you heard it.
You know,  a chocolate-cake fight! a chocolate-cake fight that reveals my mother's struggle with order and organisation and not having everything under controle anymore, my struggle to conciliate a small appetite and a devouring fear of food going extinct for whatever reason and my sibling's ... will  to participate in the quarrel in the supreme noble intention of  ending all fights at once.

So there we were, three in the kitchen, each one of us screaming their point of view at one another  : " Well if you'd just waited for me ! '', '' But what does that change? I just took my share and put it else where for when I'll have the appetite for it! '' ... '' why don't you listen to me ? '' .. '' why dont YOU understand me ? '' 

It took us all five minutes to calm down. Ten minutes later, as I was leaning to express my apologies to my mother, tears I ignored the presence of, begun to turn the cuddle into a dramatic scene i didn't intend for.

'' it's okay.. I'll make another one tonight '' mommy promised
'' try to split it beforehand this time.. '' I sobbed, reminding myself that I was mourning everything but the cake.