"I was eight years old I guess , I was laying down , powerless .I was in a dark scary cave , I heard some rats squealing , and I saw round black eyes staring at me ,there was at least a hundred of bats ,I felt dizzy , I didn't eat for a week however I was able to drink water from the river , it was so painful , I wanted to scream to shout , to let it all out , to get out of this miserable state , but unluckily my voice stuck on my throat , I never had luck anyways ,my parents were rich , very rich , they were practicing illegal activities , my dad owned one of the largest mafias in the world "Iguana's mafia" that was a creative name and it matched with their way of work ,the base was unknown , the recruits were unknown , a lot of people worked for "The Iguana" , Police , lawyers, judges , criminals , drug dealers , and my mom was the biggest drug dealer from "The Iguana" and she belonged to "The Red knives’ Mafia " and her father in agreement with my dad's father managed a marriage , a forced mafia marriage . My parents were always fighting, they didn't even like each other, yet one day lust drove them crazy, and they got a problem "me», my own dad didn't want me, and my mom couldn't say a word, otherwise, her body will be buried and her skull added to my dad's collection. In spite of this, mom secretly gave me birth, and to be honest, I wish she didn’t, she managed to keep me alive for 8 years, and then my father knew about it, I don't know what happened to her, but she asked one of the guards to leave me on this cave ... After two weeks , I finally heard someone , a lady that was singing and cleaning her clothes in the river , I couldn't open my eyes , I got used to the dark , I wanted her to help me , but I couldn't say a word , tears rolling down my face , inside I was screaming , outside I was so exhausted that I couldn't articulate a word , I wanted to get closer to the cave's door , but I started bleeding , I got several wounds during this two weeks , my immunity weakened and so I did .The lady kept singing ,i would tell she was in her thirty’s ,her snooting voice relaxed my tense body , she was singing a lullaby , a calm French lullaby " Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques Dormez vous dormez vous , sonnerie matine , sonnerie matine , ding dang dong ding dang dong ..." , all my focus one her voice ,I forgot everything else , as I slowly closed my eyes to fall asleep .
when I woke up , I found myself in a big room , I saw , light rays coming from the window , hiding behind the egg-white curtains. I was laying down on my bed , the bedsheets smelt like vanilla , I was starving , I had to eat something , I tried to move but my body was too weak, I noticed that my arms and my legs were enveloped in bandages , during the last two weeks , I got dozens of wounds all over my body , but apparently they started to heal , at the right , there was a wooden table , on the top , there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers , I used the bed to stand up , but then I heard footsteps , I felt embarrassed so I went back to the bed and hid myself under the blanket.
"Aww Come ooon ! , I already saw you getting outta bed." said a very familiar voice .
I tried to remenber who was it so bad , but my head hurt a lot , I glanced shyly from the blanket , I knew this lady , she was wearing a white dress with red flowers pattern on it , she looked like a teenager , but in fact she was the lady I saw by the river .
"Why are you so timid ? are you hungry ? do you want anything ?"
her words almost made me cry , but since I was born , I was taught that boys shouldn't cry , and shouldn’t get emotional , I wanted to say thanks , but once again , I was taught to never thank anyone people and that people are the ones that must thank me , back then I thought it was right thing to do so I remained silent .
"looks like you aren't ready to talk yet , I’ll put the food plate right here , and if you ever needed anything just call my name , and my name's Leyla"
As soon as she leaved the room , I ran and took the plate , there was some crumbled eggs , some fresh bread , and a big cup of beet juice . I began eating like a beast , purple drops of juice are now dispersed all over the bedsheets , it was the best breakfast I had in ages , my eyes were filled with tears , "what was this emotion called " I asked myself, being grateful I guess .I ignored everything my mom and the house maids had taught me about being emotionless , and I went to the garden in hurry, there was Leyla irrigating flowers. I ran to her and hugged her so hard , as I shouted " thank you for the food" she seemed to be confused , but she -tearfully- replied "Oh my goodness , you finally spoke!
