I was just a little girl to young to understand the meaning of your belittling words and the way you grabbed her.
The way you just did what you did like I couldn't see a thing
You stood there screaming and making my mother feel the absolute worst she ever could all because you though she was "late" for the third time
You put your finger in her face waving it side to side as if she had something to owe you, and at five years old I didn't know if I should run in my room for try and put the complicating pieces together
I didn't know why two weeks later you ran off or why for some reason you couldn't call after slapping my mother in the face because she was late
If only I was old enough to understand and tall enough to reach my three and a half foot self up and slap you right back for making my mother feel like a fool
But that same blood that sacrificed so much for me and my big sister couldn't slap you back?
Maybe it's because she had too much respect for the five year old standing in front of this all of a sudden David and Goliath match off
I thank you now
Thank you for slapping ever piece of a woman out of my mother because at that moment it finally slapped some sense in her brain to leave you and then to never speak of your existence again.