Me and my sister would just sometimes wonder why we had these dream’s we felt like we were on the verge of just breaking down and seal ourselves away from everything and everyone. We had always felt the there was a reason for us having these horrid reams but we couldn’t understand why. We both tried to come up with theory’s but they we just that to us…theory’s we honestly tried to understand sometimes nit going to sleep at all trying to find a rationally explanation to our situation. But one day our answer was solved. Lily and I woke up one morning without the graphic dream it came a relief to us instead of a strange occurrence that out of all days the dreams stopped. It seemed like a normal day we would walk up help our mother with our chores, and then we would kind of do our own thing. I would go with my dad so he could train me and so I could assist him with heavy lifting. But one thing he did would always make me laugh was when he would compare me to boys because he said their strengths were like an infants compared to mine; and it gave me motivation to always make him and my mother proud. My sister would usually help our mother by helping her cook, taking care of Aiden, and clean. Today I went with my dad to see a man who had apparently was asked to paint a portrait of her and my father. Once we reached the door I had been told by my father to wait outside. Sure I already knew that Leonardo da Vinci painted these beautiful paintings and that he was a good friend in the family but me and lily never had actually seen him or met him in person. And we didn’t understand why. As my father soon acquired the paintings and we had left we turned around the corner only to see 5 males that were tall and lean and I knew who those men were they were people that would fight my father just for fun. They would not steal from him they would just fight him to prove that they were “dominant”. I remember once when I was 5 my father came home his lips cut up bloody nose and a small gash next to his eye, the sight of him made my blood boil. I wanted to protect my family even if it meant I would get hurt or die. The men started walking towards us and me and my father had stopped walking. I felt my hands unintentionally balled up into fists once they were right in front of us, they looked at me and said, “well this is your daughter huh well it’s too bad that she’s going to see you like this” once he said that I knew what his intentions were and as soon as he threw the first punch towards my dad I quickly acted by grabbing the nearest object which was a broom that was left behind by someone. I picked it up and I swung it towards the man’s face, and what surprised me the most was the fact that I broke the broom because of how much force I used in the swing. The other men and my father looked at me I was consumed by rage my body filled with adrenaline. All the anger that has filled my mind was now let free. Before the 4 men could realize anything that was about to come next I punched the closest in the face, back-hand slapped the next. After a while of fighting they were all on the floor passed out. I quickly picked up the painting my dad had dropped, grabbed his hand. As soon as we got home my dad explained what had happened and everyone was impressed. After lunch our mother told lily and I to take a nap, which we gladly agreed to and we both fell into a peaceful slumber. But once we woke up it was anything but peaceful.
