life

Every new year eve I remember that one... I was only 7 and we were supposed to wat for the new year all together: me, my sister, my brother and my parents. At 9 pm the phone rings. My mother took the phone and the person on the other side asked to talk with my father, pretending he was a customer and needed to have a look urgently at my father's shop.

My father went out just saying he would be back in few minutes. I remember having waited for him for a while but he didn't came back. So we all went to bed. We were so young...and my mother was so upset...we could'nt reall party!

In the early morning, I woke up for the noise. Horrible screams. they were fighting again. They were screaming and running up and down from the first to the second floor...and down again...

My mother was crying and my father was just...screaming...

I was terrified, couldn't move at all. I was scared to death. I woke up my sister asking her what should we do. She told me 'try to sleep, put your head under the pillow!'.

I staied with my head under the pillow, hearing crying and screaming for a while... Finally the silence.

The morning after my father just slept...he woke up in the afternoon. He had a blue eyes with a few points. Of course he had a fight with someone...

For a couple of days they didn't talk to each other...

Suddenly, like each single time, they begun to talk again. My mother begun to take care of my father scar. They just pretended everything was fine...

For us it was not fine, not fine at all. It has never been fine!

I hears my mother talking about the latest discussion...with someone. Apparently the person that called my father on the phone, pretending he was a customer, was actually his friend. They wanted to go out for the new eve so they inveted this plan. Thye did go out all the night, they drunk, they enjoyed and under the alchool influence they had a big fight with someone.

That's the beginning of this blog.

I have decided to write about my childhood because that's my nightmare, still, after all these years...and I'd like to throw everything out...and live in peace finally.

Sibi