~~~~Isabelle Hidalgo POV ~~~
" Isabelle, what do you think you're doing young lady" says my mom.
Huh, my beautiful mom. A motherly women who raised to be an excellent and successful lady. The dark brown wavy hair hanging on her shoulders to her waist and the soft expression on her face was my favorite thing to see everyday. What would I do without her.
* head smacking*
"Ouch, why would you hit me in my head?"
" you dare to space out when I'm talking to you"
" mommy dooo you not love anymore, right? "
I love begin sweet with my mom. She is the best person in the world for me. We live in a small house 10 minutes far from the city. I love to visit her on my free time. None of my brother and I live in that house anymore, but we do our best to visit her whenever we can. We study in the countryside our high school and all our education.
I have to big an laziest brothers. Sometimes it feels like there is a competition between us, but like in a brotherly way. We can't stand each other, still we don't hate each other. Let me tell you about them briefly. Stephano is the middle child in the family, he is like the privileged of the family. He was able to go out without asking for permission, never knew why. Currently he is in his last year of college medicine, that damn kiddo is really smart. Stephano and I don't talk often, I do send him money to pay some fees of the university and studio rent. He doesn't work right now, because he's studying. I and my older brother like to do our best to support him. Joseph is my oldest brother. He is actually the perfect older brother you could ever wish for. He works at a company of pharmaceutical products. He is about to turn 29 years old. He still pretty young. Joseph is the caring type of brother that if you call him over a stupid problem, he would look for a way to try and solve it for you. I do communicate with him by text messages when we have time.
We used to have more time before, but now everyone is busy with their lives. You might wonder about my father. I don't like talk about him that much. He is a older men about 50 year old. He is the worst of worst. He was alcoholic, and of course a damn sexist.
Joseph, how come you're here visiting mom too?
I ask my older brother surprised to see him at our old house since is so far away from the city.
Isabelle? My little girl watcha doing over here sweetie?
Says my dear brother
I came to visit mom since I got fired from my last job and before you ask it wade to my fault.
Isabelle, Jesus Christ how many times have I told you to control that temper of yours. I'm pretty sure it was because you try to let your creativity take over your mind again right? You should ha—-
I cut my brother sentence off before he start nagging at me more than what he was doing now.