May 2019
A short story!
Do you remember your childhood?
Remember that kid running down the street… hot sidewalk, bare footed, sweat running down your face? Take a moment and try to remind your self… What is the memory that is stuck in my head? The one you can never forget? We have flashbacks, of the hardest moments we have been through, not everything is color white. we all have black spots.
Where do I start… My life is like a roller-coaster I can remember when I was four, my mother left me, to come to a better country, to give me and my brothers a better future. I was left in custody of my aunt along with my older brother. My two older sisters where left in custody of our grandparents. I can imagine you thinking how could someone leave there kid this young? Our parents have sacrifice so much to give us what we need, to have a better life than what they ever had. The day she left is all blanked out, I only remember the hardest part of my life.
It was almost bed time, I was in the floor playing with my dolls on my right hand side was my brother playing with his UNO cards. It hit 9:00 pm. Once again it all started, I heard my aunt and uncle fighting yelling out about his drinking problems, I remember my brother hugging me tight. I can hear them cussing one to another.. I was scared my uncle was wasted.. tripping, screaming “I’m tired of this, I’m tired of you!” I knew this was not going to end well.
I closed my eyes tight holding my brothers hand, and shut a tear, he whisperer to my ear… “everything is going to be alright.” It only took about two minutes to hear the phone being tossed to the other side of the room, I knew he would hit her, my heart started beating faster and faster as his voice started getting louder. I heard my aunt saying “This is when I hate you the most, this is when you turn into my worst enemy!” Does words scared me, I knew he was getting angry as she scream to him how much she hated him, as does words hit him on the softest spot he had, he became a different person when he was holding that bottle on his hand. He took a deep breath, and scream again “you are worthless, you don’t understand me! Look at you no one will ever want you, no one will ever love you..”
Do you remember your childhood?
Remember that kid running down the street… hot sidewalk, bare footed, sweat running down your face? Take a moment and try to remind your self… What is the memory that is stuck in my head? The one you can never forget? We have flashbacks, of the hardest moments we have been through, not everything is color white. we all have black spots.
Where do I start… My life is like a roller-coaster I can remember when I was four, my mother left me, to come to a better country, to give me and my brothers a better future. I was left in custody of my aunt along with my older brother. My two older sisters where left in custody of our grandparents. I can imagine you thinking how could someone leave there kid this young? Our parents have sacrifice so much to give us what we need, to have a better life than what they ever had. The day she left is all blanked out, I only remember the hardest part of my life.
It was almost bed time, I was in the floor playing with my dolls on my right hand side was my brother playing with his UNO cards. It hit 9:00 pm. Once again it all started, I heard my aunt and uncle fighting yelling out about his drinking problems, I remember my brother hugging me tight. I can hear them cussing one to another.. I was scared my uncle was wasted.. tripping, screaming “I’m tired of this, I’m tired of you!” I knew this was not going to end well.
I closed my eyes tight holding my brothers hand, and shut a tear, he whisperer to my ear… “everything is going to be alright.” It only took about two minutes to hear the phone being tossed to the other side of the room, I knew he would hit her, my heart started beating faster and faster as his voice started getting louder. I heard my aunt saying “This is when I hate you the most, this is when you turn into my worst enemy!” Does words scared me, I knew he was getting angry as she scream to him how much she hated him, as does words hit him on the softest spot he had, he became a different person when he was holding that bottle on his hand. He took a deep breath, and scream again “you are worthless, you don’t understand me! Look at you no one will ever want you, no one will ever love you..”
Trauma of childhood is a fictional story based on my own real life experience
