
There was nothing better than coming home to the mouthwatering smell of my mom's traditional dish, ¨Carne de Puerco¨. I would walk into the steam that filled the entire house with a flavor-filled aroma leading me to the kitchen where my mom would receive a big hug and two kisses on her soft, freckled cheeks. I would talk to her about my day at my eight hour trip to something I liked to call ¨my second home¨ as I put on my personalized apron, my mom and I made when I was seven. We would always make dinner together and enjoy the moments we spent with one another. Around five when my dad Gerardo got home from what I suppose was work, him, my mom Lila, and I would sit around the round, wooden table to eat. Everything seemed normal from the time I got home to the time we all went to sleep but, not everything happened as I always thought it had gone. I took that into notice when I got up on a Thursday morning like around seven in the morning which was something I rarely ever did. When I opened my eyes, right off the bat I could feel something was not right. It was just a random feeling I got. As I was partly awake
heading down the stairs, I suddenly stopped. I leaned my head a couple inches ahead of me. There was complete silence. All I could hear was the echoes of my slippers scratching against the tiled floor as I made my way to my parent's room. I knocked on the door, there was no response. I placed my ear on the door and heard a silent sniff, and then two coughs. I stared at the dull lamplight placed on the table stand outside their room. Mom would always knee down near it in silence as she made intense eye contact with a semi-nude guy nailed to a large wooden cross. I never knew what it meant or why she did it but I never bothered to ask. I never really took into notice that small setup but, for some reason, today, at this exact moment, everything felt different. It caused me to lose myself deep into my thoughts. Words couldn't even describe the way I felt. This had never happened in the 14 years I had been in this household. Out of nowhere, I got these chills that raced down my back and got me thinking on... on my mom. For a couple of seconds, I looked at the guy and got me to think as my eyes made a strong connection with his hazel crystalline eyes. My eyes
opened widely as I felt a single tear mark a track down my cheek and on to my nightgown. I had just imagined? Seen? Felt? I somehow felt lost but caught up. For those few seconds, I had seen my mom. She was in my head. I could see her getting beaten, but by my dad. Without lasting another second I barged into her room and saw her laying on the warm brown carpet where she was holding her cheek that I always kissed looking in pain. ¨MAMAAA¨. My voice cracked as I let out a rainfall of tears drop down to her chest as I fell to my knees tilting my head and feeling her head. Her olive innocent eyes drowned in tears carrying so much potential to fall down as she looked at me slightly tilting her head with a little smile covered in blood.
¨I'm okay, don't worry¨
¨It was dad, wasn't it?¨ I screamed with so much anger in me, but all she did was stare at me for a moment as her smile faded away and soon lost eye contact with me.
¨Listen to me¨ she said, ¨Do not say a WORD¨.
¨WHAT?! Look at yourself mama, your bleeding! You can't let him treat you like this¨.
She paused for a second and took in a deep breath.
¨Just go get ready, I'm use to it¨. There it was. She said it. This entire time she tried to keep it a secret, but it went out. In that exact moment I found out that mom, had been abused by my own dad. It was the most horrible thing that I could have ever heard. All she did was open her eyes widely as if I had just woken her up from a deep sleep but instead, she was the one who had opened up and woken me up to reality.
She brought up her finger to her lips and then said, "Leave, now¨. She was scaring me but I wanted to know why? How? Since when? I just wanted to stay with her and her only but far away from this place. Nothing felt the same anymore. My heart was wanting to escape my chest and my feet were wanting to stay stuck wherever they were. She started to get up all startled and so I backed away to the door not losing her from my sight not even for a split second. She walked up to me limping on one leg as she held on to the wall of the room biting her lip and keeping her eyes very tightly closed shut. She held my shoulders and said. ¨ Whatever you do, shhhhhh¨.
She made change, put on my backpack and leave to school. She kissed my forehead like nothing had happened and walked me to the door like she always did. ¨Te amo princesa, te amo mucho¨. She gave me one last hug in which I could feel her love and pain. She closed the door behind me and disappeared in front of my eyes. I had so many questions but not a single answer to any of them. That day was when I learned who my ¨friends¨ really were. Not one single person bothered to check up on like they always told me they would. What world have I been living on? I could feel a lump in my throat trying to keep me from once again crying. I was not going to. I knew I shouldn't cry over jerks, just like mom always told me. That explained why I never noticed the pain dad caused her. The last bell had rung. It echoed through the entire school as students ran out of classes like bulls let out their cages. And then, that's when it hit me. Dad always picked me up after school. I panicked for a moment and thought to myself, now what? I didn't care if i didn't get a ride home but no matter what I was not going to get in the car with him. I went outside and watched
everyone get in cars and drive away. The wind passed by and the sun came down. There was no one in school anymore. I was the only one sitting on the bleachers from outside, there was still no one who passed by and seemed to notice that a girl was standing outside four hours before noon. While I was there, I had the time to take into notice what might be going on at home. ¨Omg¨. What if dad was beating mom like I had seen in the morning. I automatically got up and ran home. The dark had always terrified me but knowing what might be going on took the fear away from me and allowed me to run as fast as I could home to mama. When I got to the neighborhood I stopped for some deep breaths. I held on to the stop sign at the corner of Carter Street and looked up at the only house in the neighborhood that had all its lights out in the entire street. It was my house. I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my legs. So many conclusions jumped into my head that terrified me but for mom, I would do anything just like she had always done for me. I ran towards the even darker part of the street till i got to the porch of my home. The front door was slightly
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There was nothing better than coming home to the mouthwatering smell of my mom's traditional dish, ¨Carne de Puerco¨. I would walk into the steam that filled the entire house with a flavor-filled aroma leading me to the kitchen where my mom would receive a big hug and two kisses on her soft, freckled cheeks. I would talk to her about my day at my eight hour trip to something I liked to call ¨my second home¨ as I put on my personalized apron, my mom and I made when I was seven. We would always make dinner together and enjoy the moments we spent with one another. Around five when my dad Gerardo got home from what I suppose was work, him, my mom Lila, and I would sit around the round, wooden table to eat. Everything seemed normal from the time I got home to the time we all went to sleep but, not everything happened as I always thought it had gone. I took that into notice when I got up on a Thursday morning like around seven in the morning which was something I rarely ever did. When I opened my eyes, right off the bat I could feel something was not right. It was just a random feeling I got. As I was partly awake
heading down the stairs, I suddenly stopped. I leaned my head a couple inches ahead of me. There was complete silence. All I could hear was the echoes of my slippers scratching against the tiled floor as I made my way to my parent's room. I knocked on the door, there was no response. I placed my ear on the door and heard a silent sniff, and then two coughs. I stared at the dull lamplight placed on the table stand outside their room. Mom would always knee down near it in silence as she made intense eye contact with a semi-nude guy nailed to a large wooden cross. I never knew what it meant or why she did it but I never bothered to ask. I never really took into notice that small setup but, for some reason, today, at this exact moment, everything felt different. It caused me to lose myself deep into my thoughts. Words couldn't even describe the way I felt. This had never happened in the 14 years I had been in this household. Out of nowhere, I got these chills that raced down my back and got me thinking on... on my mom. For a couple of seconds, I looked at the guy and got me to think as my eyes made a strong connection with his hazel crystalline eyes. My eyes
opened widely as I felt a single tear mark a track down my cheek and on to my nightgown. I had just imagined? Seen? Felt? I somehow felt lost but caught up. For those few seconds, I had seen my mom. She was in my head. I could see her getting beaten, but by my dad. Without lasting another second I barged into her room and saw her laying on the warm brown carpet where she was holding her cheek that I always kissed looking in pain. ¨MAMAAA¨. My voice cracked as I let out a rainfall of tears drop down to her chest as I fell to my knees tilting my head and feeling her head. Her olive innocent eyes drowned in tears carrying so much potential to fall down as she looked at me slightly tilting her head with a little smile covered in blood.
¨I'm okay, don't worry¨
¨It was dad, wasn't it?¨ I screamed with so much anger in me, but all she did was stare at me for a moment as her smile faded away and soon lost eye contact with me.
¨Listen to me¨ she said, ¨Do not say a WORD¨.
¨WHAT?! Look at yourself mama, your bleeding! You can't let him treat you like this¨.
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