"Ese chico de aspecto divertido no es mío" ( that funny looking kid isn't mine) the man standing over me who was suppose to be my father screamed"
"Oh yea well who else I been fucking than" my mother slurred, it was obvious that anyone could tell she was drunk.
Me being a little kid I was to young to even comprehend what was going on, but I would never forget that traumatic day.
"estúpido.... everything looks negro besides her hair " he said looking at me in disgust.
My mother smacked her teeth, "yeah well I want my money, or I'm telling your espanol ass wife you been fucking this pussy for a good old year" she yelled loud enough for whoever next door to hear from the thin walls of the room.
SMACK ! The sound of force was loud enough to have me crying looking at the violence happening before me.
A gun was pulled out and before I could blink sounds of gunfire came to play.
