It all started when i was 5 or maybe 6 years old. my parents had a argument in the kitchen. It was the first time i ever saw them argue. I Remember being scared out of my mind because i didn't understand what was going on. My brother brought me to the bedroom because he didn't want me to see them. Suddenly i heard glass breaking. it was my father throwing plates around and flipping the dinning table. I saw everything and something in me broke i still don't know what broke but i know that i started to see my father in a different light.
But that event doesn't even compare to what he did to my brother.
My brother did something bad and he hit him with a stick and i saw that and thought he was doing something inhumane. My mother just sat there and watched it all happen while she cried. As i watched my father beating my brother something else broke inside of me. What it was i don't know.
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Non-FictionI always wanted a traditional life. But i guess the universe hates me. You see i want to be happy for once in my life. Ever since i can remember my family has been broken: a narcissistic dad, a mother who thinks with her heart. Because of certain ev...
