Hidden Secrets

The Broken Window

My heart is shattered and broken beyond repair. Almost as if I was a glass bottle they stepped on at Jewish weddings. My uncle is Jewish so I know about these weddings. Trust me! My uncle, although Jewish, has a lot of hatred built up towards the black community. Sadly I am apart of that community. When I turned 12 he started a anti-everything Jewish protest at my birthday party. All my friends left. Not that anyone really came anyway. They were pretend as I later figured out.

Every once in a while I think back to that fateful day. The only real people that were at the party were my sister, mom, and of course my therapist. We couldn't save Where The Sky Touches The Moon, my Native American therapist, when my uncle hit her with that brick.

The party was off to a great start. My "fake" friends were dancing with me as my sister and mother watched from afar concerned looks on their face. I think the rabbi touching my friends on the dance floor scares her. Who really knows though. That's when shit hit the fan; when my uncle, the leader of the anti-everything that's not Jewish showed up with his posey of 30 loud big nosed group. Not that I'm discriminating.

My mother rushed me inside, but it was too late. They saw me. They started shouting and screaming but my mom covered my ears to hide my innocence, little did she know my innocence was long gone. 😏😉

When we stepped foot in the house, we heard glass shattering. As we gazed to our left, we saw her lying cold, possibly dead. Where The Sky Touches The Moon was bleeding from head so I rushed over to her and pushed her long black hair from her face and brushed my hand over her tan high check bones.

"Call an ambulance mom!" I yelled. I heard Where The Sky Touches The Moon mumble something. "Repeat yourself!" I demanded.

"If you call an ambulance the sun gods will vanish me from heaven with the all mighty moon. I can't risk that young jack rabbit. Please." She said looking up at me. She insisted I let Mother Nature take her course. So I did.

All around me were shards of broken glass that stung my hands when I rested them on the ground. My eyes were filled with water as I looked up to see a blurry broken window.