Battle

There she sits on her chair in the kitchen. Face bright red, sweaty, and a little tear streaked. Hair sticking to her cheek on one side.

Wailing.

Moaning.

Whining.

A few minutes ago there was kicking, shoving, paper crumpling and screaming anger.

I'm sitting here in the living room, waiting her out. For 45 minutes now.

"Ignoring".

Silently fuming.

Wondering how, and why.

She'll sit there until her homework is done. I will win. I always do.

But, until then we sit. Waiting.