At 2 years old my mum met .... let's just call him Rogelio , she met Rogelio and she was head over heals for him , Rogelio had plans to move to Greece to meet his family over there and help build there house .
He asked my mum to bring me my sister and herself over there with him to start a new life away from her tragic past , and of course she leaped at the thought ! They had moved there within the first 2 months of there relationship .
We were all staying in Rogelio's mums basement , it wasn't ideal , the room was small , dark , damp and just all round awful but my mum persevered knowing that in the long run it would work out .
The first memory and only memory I have of that place is...
The air is damp , their shouts below through the ceilings . The roof shook with there ferocious marches , light shade spinning . My sister sat opposite me on out small children's play kitchen and dining room set , she poured out our "hot cups of tea" (air) .
we laughed and played ... as the chaos above us was nothing but ordinary . And didn't faze us , although in highnsite it should have .
Suddenly : a scream echoed through the house . My sister ran up the stores towards the trap door , in pursuit of what she knew to be her mothers scream . I followed .
However my sister wanted me to stay down stairs . She opened the hatch crawled out I reached out to follow but just as I did that hatch fell , landing on my hands , taking the top of my middle finger with it ... the screams no longer began to my mother.
We only stayed in Greece for 16 months ... due to persistent arguments similar to the ones above .
See all my mother wanted was a stable family ... as she'd never had one thing of her own growing up , however Rogelio had a very different agenda.
Rogelio like to drink . A lot .
And in his mind that came first tower everything , jobs , family , a home ...
But my mum was blind sited by the hopes of a family .... and even though their relationship was resting in rock foundations when he proposed ,2 years in their relationship ,my mother leaped at the thought , that was when we moved back to England to start a fresh , fourth r get about everything that happened in Greece .
And that brings me on to the next series of events .
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A misfortunate series of events
No FicciónThis is a story of abuse violence yearning hurt and want . It is a true revolution of a family close to my heart written from the perspective of the middle child At times it will be slow but as hope get older her memory's becoming more prominent an...
