The Violinist

The Weekend

As my week ends, I plan out what I have to do and what I would like to do on the two days off. If I were to go straight to the grocery store today then I will not have to tomorrow. With this in mind, I go home and take the keys to the spare car and drive to the grocery store. I may get beaten for it but food is food. If I do not get food however, the chances of the beating worse are higher. With the earnings from working, I drive to the store and start buying chicken, rice, frijoles, lettuce, tortillas, milk, cereal, and so on. Thankfully, many of the things are on sale, saving me some some money and I take all the goods to the car. I drive to the gas station and fill the tank, in holes I can avoid any trouble with my dad. As I arrive, his truck is no where to be seen thankfully. I take the groceries in and start putting them away. Once done, I clean the kitchen, the living room, the bathrooms, and my own room. I stopped cleaning my dad's room when he "asked me" to. With everything done, I sit down to relax for a moment and close my eyes. Thinking back to when I was younger, I reminisce on when my family was whole and when my father wouldn't drink. Opening my eyes and checking the clock, I get up to prepare some food for tonight. My father works all weekend and I work until dawn at the club. I cook and eat and while I leave I grab a different jacket: a navy blue coat, a type you would wear to a social event or to a nice gathering. Without any real reason I dress in a white button down shirt black jeans and a new pair of black Converse I had been saving. I walk out of the house listening to my favorite songs and pieces and a feeling I had not felt in years. Happiness. I left early and go to a restaurant to eat with the money I had brought with me. Afterwards, I walk to the club. Benny and Luna both give me looks but they also smile, as if they are happy to see me trying and participating in life. Hanging my coat, I start my job and almost enjoy it.