Somebody that I used to know

My mom was crying, I saw her in her bedroom on the floor, sad, hungry and disappointed. It was a nice day outside in Italy, with the sun shining and with a beautiful feeling of seeing the two people that I loved together, not fighting for one day and loving each other. The roosters were crowing in the morning, with their strong, upright bodies looking like captains of the military. Minds and eyes were waking up because of the high noise of the roosters. I could smell the breakfast of my neighbors and my stomach was crying for five minutes. Time was running fast, and my feelings were killing me when the same thing started all over again with my parents. The bed was soft and the door was closed. It was very easy to hear from the windows the horrible voices of my parents fighting together for stupid reasons. Once I heard my mama’s screams, my mind wanted to go outside and call the police, but my body was very hard to move. I couldn’t breathe. The chair was uncomfortable and invisibles ropes were holding me tightly. I never thought that my father would do this to us. He knew that he was going to get in jail for killing an angel. When the fight finished, my mama opened the door and I could feel her feelings. My dad had his pants off and he finally opened the door until he put my mom and me together, telling us that something very bad was going to happen to us if we say something. All the miserable things that he had done, was not good for us. My uncle heard all the noise coming from the beat down. He called the police and gave them my father’s name. He was so infamous in the city and the police could find him right away. Why life have to be the opposite as you want it to be? I wanted to have the perfect family, with my little brother who had just been born three days ago. Why someone who you loved have to shoot my innocent brother for crying? Why parents always need to have fights in front of their children? My father was a miserable person who never liked to get disturbed either when he is concentrated in his discussions. Moreover, if he heard baby’s snoarings he would try to kill the baby, but why my little brother had to be the one.