My Life In Words

At The Age Of Six, Still Not Dead...Yet

Nothing crazy happened yet, surprisingly. Until I reached the age of 6. I was going to school in P.S 77, the one on Woodside. It was about the middle of the year. School was okay, but I didn't understand anything because I couldn't speak English. There was this boy named Kevin that I grew up with. He went to the school too, but soon things got horrible. 

Mom had a hard time paying bills, getting me clothes, and trying to take me to school when there's nobody home. Dad left like at 4 in the morning and left the animals out of the cage. My brothers won't dress up and get ready because he's so stubborn. Mom also didn't trust me going to school by myself and I didn't feel like leaving without my mom too, for obvious reasons, I'm six! 

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One night, I was sleeping. I hear screaming and yelling in my parent's room. I didn't know what they were talking about, it was late at night and I didn't understand the reason why they were yelling. I was surprised that our neighbor didn't knock our door. So I went to go check. I got up my bed and tried not to step on my brothers since I slept in a bunk bed. I slowly walked up to my parents room, the door didn't have a doorknob so I peeked through the hole. 

What I saw, was frightening fro a six year old. My dad slapped my mom, pulled her hair, then punched her at the eye. I got scared and I ran. I jumped into the bed and I heard my mother distantly crying. I felt like crying myself, but just covered the sheets over my head. 

5 minutes later, it's quiet. I fell asleep, thinking of what will happen.

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I woke up, it's 3 in the morning and saw my mom laying next to me, whispering about my grandpa. It was dark and I wasn't sure if my mother was crying or not. Around 6, I got ready to go to school. My mom looked beat up. She had bruises around her eye and it looked as if she didn't sleep. She told me that she was going to the doctor and how I have to stay home to look after my brothers. 

At that time, my brothers were at the ages of 3 and 4 so I had to wipe their butt when they pooped. Surprisingly, I didn't care, I knew I had to help my mom no matter what. So she left the house and my dad was gone. It was just my brothers and I, alone in the house. When they woke up, we ate rice for breakfast and other things. Throughout the whole day, we watched T.V.

When my mom came home on that day, she soon headed off to work so I had to take care of my siblings for another 4 hours. When was around 7 or 8 we decided to take a nap. 

The door bell rang, then a loud knock. I woke up by that sudden noise. I was afraid to get the door alone so I woke up my brothers and told them that I was scared, so we just stayed there on the bed. The door bell kept on ringing and no one was saying anything, so I didn't do anything. Then someone was opening the door. I could hear the key trying to unlock the door. The door opens.

It's my mother. With her, were three police officers.