Tiny Bells

I wonder when will I enjoy some quiet and peace again?

Our house is busy, buzzing all the time. On the one side, they're noisy; all these relatives sound like tiny bells ringing. All the time. On the other side, they help and they act as extra arms and eyes and ears. And mouths, of course.

I get overwhelmed by the noise sometimes. The noise from the world, with its demands. Its greatest demand: to be listened to. Perhaps I could start hearing the music in the ringing of these tiny bells.