How The Galaxy Expects You To Live Until You Die (Based on A True Story)

My childhood Tricycle✅

I would say that the best thing you could do to remember something, like saying... a moment in your life no matter if it was sad or happy, what you need to do is think about it as a happy memory. 

At the age of five,  a woman with black hair and a blond man knocked on the door—both police officers. After a couple of minutes, of my dad in the back of the room getting his things and me just on the floor not knowing what was happening, is a point to make here. When we are young, just five, we see the world easy and we rely on our parents for about anything. I didn't understand what was happening, but I knew something was wrong. And just as i saw my father walking out with just his jacket, I got up from the floor and tried to grasp on to his leg, hoping that if I stayed stuck to him, they would let him stay. Unfortunately, the world doesn't go that way and so one of the officers said "No" as I tried to get close to him. I didn't know if I'd see him ever again; for that reason, I cried a lot, just like any five years old would. After this incident, my mother went in and out of the house. But...There is a part of this story that remains white, totally blank, at least for me. 

The truth behind the arrestment of my father started because of one of his so-called adventures. He had lost the car when driving to the casino, so my mom needed someone to take her to work. Since my father had lost the car and now had to stay home with my brother and me, he began to think that my mother and the man who took her to work named "Jose" were a thing. In other words, my father could cheat on my mother, but she could not. 

Typical men, I swear. 

Anyways,  One day of many. As Jose drove my mom to work, he had told her that he was deeply in love with her and had even dumped his wife for my mom, hoping she would love him too.

First off Terrible mistake. 

My mom, unfortunately, did not like Jose; she called him "crazy" and asked him why he would break up with his wife over her. I mean, duh, green eyes, great personality, my mom. I couldn't blame the poor guy...

I guess that the rumor spread and got to my father's ears. For some reason, I think that my father believed that every time she went to work, they did some, you know, a little "quicky", and like he didn't know if this was true or not. Most likely he began to become jealous and hysterical.

 Although everything he thought never occurred and is 100% not true.  

Some weeks later, after Jose confessed his love to my mom, he continued to take her to work and bring her back home. On a particular day, there was a lot of traffic, more than usual.  My mom came back around six in the morning when she usually arrives at four in the morning. My mother warned Jose that if she did not call him to tell him if everything was okay, she wanted him to do something important. 

"If I don't call you at seven, I need you to call the police, no matter what." 

When my mother came home, my father was furious and waiting for some answer. Even if my mom gave him the truth, he still didn't listen and instead got more frantic and furious because he thought there was something more. My father went grabbed my red tricycle and hit her several times on her spine, on her neck, and especially on her head. When he was done, my mother had crawled on the floor to get as far as she could from him; he had hit her with so much hate and furry that her face was full of blood. She had even concluded that on that very day, she was going to die. She laid her head on the kitchen wall and as she tells me, she waited for her death. But then.... that's when the police came in and found my mom in a puddle of her own blood and me in the sofa crying hysterically. 

My mom thinks that I do not remember this for a very normal reason, mental blockage.  When someone gets some trauma or sees something too terrible to explain, your mind could completely forget about this event and replace it with a blank or space. Sometimes when I help my mom dye her hair, and I put my fingers in her scalp to massage the hair dye, her head feels bumpy and has various serious dents all over. Her hair covers these, so they aren't noticeable. 

I wouldn't say I like talking about that story with my mom because I don't want her remembering bad moments with my father like that one; I try to be patient and let her tell the stories when she can by her own will. Supposedly they took her to a police station where they took photos of her. She thinks that the pictures are still there, but I personally want to see them. 

From the day that my father got deported, everything in life got harder. There were many legal things that caused my father's deportation, supposedly he was being looked for my the Fbi for trafficking, for dealing, etc etc. So... this also led  my mother  to file lots of paperwork, go to court, etc. I don't really remember all this probably because I was always in someone's house at the time since she was now the only adult in the house. From one moment to another i can simply say that my mothers recovery wasn't easy as she said that she had to take two months off her work to have the full recovery. She never told anyone what was the truth behind my fathers deportation, one, because if she told my family members they'd criticize her or they'd call her names for allowing all this to happen. For a man to abuse you? Its not your decision its theirs to start and beat you and in no way can that ever be the females fault.