She’d become a vessel, a sort of a Pandora’s Box, save that unlike the original tale, there’s, NO hope, that’s left, at the very bottom…
The carrier of their secrets, she’d, unwillingly, become, as her parent were, way too immature as adults, their needs in their younger years weren’t even taken care of yet, and now, she’s, put in “charge”, to take care of EVERYBODY else’s more important-than-her-own emotions!
The carrier of their secrets, they’d, poured out those hushed things into her young and unknowing, unrejecting (b/c there’s no way she could reject them???) ears of hers, and, as the days dragged on, and on, and on, those secrets became, a part, of what she’d become…
The carrier of their secrets, she needed to take that role that her parents thrusted upon her shoulders to carry. As a carrier of their secrets, she’d become, inconsistent, in a way, inside of her self, for those secrets that her god DAMN parents told to her in private, she’d felt, that they should know about, but, she’d been, sworn, to secrecy, and she couldn’t, possibly, BREAK that important promise to either her parents, tattled out their separate secrets to her mother and her father, can she? Of course N-O-T!
She’d lived, her whole life, with the burdens of those, too-adult secrets of her parents, and now, she’s just, too tired, of carrying it all, and so, as her parents both passed, she’d, gone to their funerals (not to pay them their FINAL respects, of course!!!), and just, blurted out, to EVERYBODY who’d, come to mourn them (her parents!)…