Diαмσиd Cяσw

𝐀𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

My mother was sure that I had to be different in many ways, since my father's death the sweet and kind girl was exchanged for another, my personality changed when I saw him being killed in front of me, at the time we were in the worst possible situation , the country was going through a period of wars, people who were rich were increasingly prosperous with the sale of weapons and artillery, we, the military workforce, earned a pittance to meet the required goals, at the time, my father got a job beyond what we were capable of fulfilling, in the end the supervisors ended up taking away our only source of income and worse, they removed my father's name from the list of fitters, we were left without work, as the days went by we didn't even have a penny , I remember like it was today, my father walked from one side to the other running his hand through his red hair, he was a strong and tall man, I liked his appearance a lot, I also had my hair as red as rust, always were very smooth and long, I never cut them, my mother said that the beauty of a woman was in long hair, so I kept it untrimmed for seventeen years, just like my father my skin is white, too white in my opinion, and I am tall, at most family high.

I remember clearly as if it were yesterday he walked from one side to the other, at the time I had just turned twelve, my father was my hero, but that day the fire of hatred was around his heart.

________ Revans, lunch is on the table. - My mother called him gently, she had a sad smile on her lips, my father looked at her and shook his head with indignation.

________There is only one pan of lentils Laura, eat you​ and the children! - He ordered with a gentle voice.
________ But.. - She would protest.

________ Don't argue love, please... My mother nodded in agreement, there were five of us, my father, my mother, I was the first, Luke was the second and Bianca was the youngest, my mother looked at me and asked.
________ Come Ayla, let's eat.
________ I'm not hungry. - I say looking at her.
________ Don't argue daughter, the situation is difficult, don't make it worse. I remember letting out a sigh and going to the kitchen with my mother, we had lunch, the four of us but my father stayed in the living room for a few minutes until he entered the kitchen and looked at the table, and soon after Bianca started crying, she wanted to eat more , I looked at my father's expression, sad, suffering and very bitter, he spoke in an irritated and loud way.
_______ I'm going to solve this situation Laura... - He exclaimed punching the door frame.
_______ Revans..? Don't commit a madness please.. Rev... - He had already left the kitchen, Bianca started crying again, she was only seven years old, a little girl, my mother looked into my eyes and asked me to follow him and begged me not to let him do something crazy, I nodded and left running, my lungs hurt as I ran to catch up with him, his strides were fast and very long, unlike mine, he was going downtown, I was sure, my slippers broke, so I threw them away, and kept going barefoot, when I finally saw my father again, he was running, with some things in his hands, a bag of rice and some cans, he had stolen it, I remember screaming, but it was too late, the security agents had already knocked him down , at that moment the worst part of my life started to happen, the security agents started to beat my father, he turned his face and looked at me, I remember seeing him babble.
________ Go away Ayla.. - But I didn't, in fact I couldn't, I was in shock, paralyzed, tears flowed through my eyes, as I watched my father being beaten to death, I saw his last breath, and there in that moment a new girl was born, my heart it hardened and for five years it remained so.