Tears of Personality

Past

I was turning 6 when it happened. My parents were divorced. It never had hurt me. My dad was a real asshole. I would some days wake up seeing my mom beat up. The bastard didn't care about family, only the money. I fantasized day and night that someone wood take me out of the shit hole. Do my mother wouldn't work day and night, just to end up with guilt. Though, I was still young. I didn't understand much, I was too gullible. My father would tell me things of my mother, he convinced me that he was the right one, that mom was the wrong.

After the divorce, my mom was married to someone that loved her, cared for her, and her children. The tears that shed for days and days were finally halted. I was free of violence, and emotional terror.

The name, "Moeed," was given by my old father. I wanted no such memory of that bastard. I changed it. The name. "Simon" seemed suitable for me. I found it interesting.

That is my past. Now's the time to forget those sufferable memories, and deal with what lies ahead. I'm about to become a teenager.