Maria's childhood

The morning

"Maria... it's time to get up..." I knew that calming voice, it was my mom. I always enjoyed being with her, she was always so kind. "Good morning Mama!" I said as I stretched and hugged her tight. I loved her, but.. it was always sad to see her with cuts and bruises. Mama always told me she got them by little accidents like, getting paper cuts and tripping.. I should've known she was just trying to reassure me. "Come on sweetheart.. I'll go make you breakfast." My mom said as she took my hand and led me downstairs. Then, we saw my dad, he was downing a bottle of beer and smoking cigars. "Mama.. why does papa use those..?" I said, trying to hold my breath from the fumes. ".... Don't worry about it sweetie.." My mom said, heating up the stove and putting the frying pan on there. By then, my dad was already fed up with us talking about him. The next thing I know, he grabbed the hot frying pan and hit my mom hard in the head, she screamed in agony as I stared in shock. "MAMA! ARE YOU OKAY?!" I began to cry until my dad grabbed a knife and grabbed my arm, "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He then made large cuts in my arm, there was blood everywhere and it was painful as hell.. "MARCUS STOP!! YOURE HURTING HER!" My mom pushed him away and grabbed me and took me back to my room, by now I was already in heavy tears. She had got up to my room and I was crying so much I couldn't speak anymore. She bandaged my arm and tried to calm me down.