The internal conflict in Shooting is something I can relate to a recent even that happened. My mother and my brother had recently got into an argument. Voices were raised, hang gestures were flourished and tempers were rising even faster than the level of tension in the room. After storming away, my brother spoke nicely to me. Asking me if I needed any help with homework. Underneath all the niceties, he expected me to be on his side, to support him and defend him if necessary. I politely declined and told him that I had it under control. My mother muttered words in her vernacular, and my brain decrypted it like a machine. “He always does this,” she said in English. “Walking away and sulking. Can you believe what he said? Can you please go talk