As I was getting dressed, I thought I had heard a small voice say my name. I looked around and looked out of my window, but there was no one there. I shrugged it off and smiled because I was finally a man. I went downstairs to find a big breakfast. I smiled more because I had never seen such a feast before. I saw my mother running around the kitchen frantically like a chicken with its head cut off.
"Madre di buongiorno"(Good morning mother) She turned around and looked at me and smiled warmly. Her mood had calmed down for now.
"Buongiorno Marcus. Siete infine un uomo questo giorno. Come ritiene per essere 18?"(
Hello Marcus . You are finally a man this day . How does it feel to be 18 ?)
I looked over at her and she looked right back at me.
"Mi sento ancora la stessa madre. Che cosa dovrei sentire?"
(I still feel the same mother . What am I supposed to feel ?)
I felt like I shouldn't have said that because I had a sort of an aggravated tone in my voice. She looked at me and I could feel her eyes on me. My body tensed and she came over to me with her hand raised she was going to slap me. Just as her hand almost hit me my father came out of nowhere and he grabbed her hand. She looked at him and he glared at her.
"Ora Victoria, quello che ti ho detto di perdere la calma e ottenere aggressivo?"
Now Victoria , what have I told you to stay calm and not get aggressive ? "
She took her hand away from my father's and she just stormed out of the room. My father looked at me and smiled softly. My father's name is James. He was a bit older than my mother but he didn't care because he loved her with all of his heart.
"Happy birthday Marcus. You're finally eighteen years old. You know what that means don't you?" I looked at him and thought for a moment about the question he had asked me.
"I have to find more work since I passed as an apprentice at my other job last year father?" He patted my shoulders and smiled wide.
"Exactly!" I smiled because I already knew what I wanted to do. As I was about to tell him what I wanted he cut me off. "Now you can chose whatever you want to do but... I feel like that you still have a lot to learn. So that is why you're going to be working with me in the royal guard."
I looked at him like I didn't even know who he was. He knew what I wanted to do and he says this. I was lost for words then all of a sudden I felt a burst of rage inside me burning like a fire engulfing a field of barley. I slowly backed away from him as he watched me I glared at him
"I'm sorry father. But I will not work with you in the guard. You know what I want." His expression changed quickly. As I backed away he came towards me then flipped the table that was keeping him from me.
"Now you listen here you damn brat. You will be working with me in the Royal Guard. I will not have you work as a stable boy where you're around horses everyday! That is not the way a Vespucci works. We are a high class. We ride the horses, not tame them or bathe them. We have others to do that for us! So I say again. You will work with me in the Royal Guard whether you like it or not!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I tackled him to the ground and punched him in the face hard. I looked at him and there was absolute fear in his eyes. I didn't know what I was doing because I don't think it was me at all. Why did I do this? I knew I didn't have the answers to that so I just ran out of the house still blind with fury and rage.
