"Fredy, just don't leave!", My mother begged me while holding my hand. "Please Fredy, don't leave us son", she sobbed and even knelt down, she thought I had a little patience, well she is wrong.
"Yes Fredy, don't leave who will take care of Spencer?". my sister hugged me but I immediately distance myself. "Do you think I like that? Who is the mother of the child, aren't you?! Why don't you take care of your own son?!", That's because she got pregnant when she was 16 years old, because she was barricaded and the father of the child ran away from the obligations and responsibilities as a father. My sister is a careless mother so I am the one who carries all the responsibilities of the house. Yes, my mother is also hanging out, my father is a drunk as long as he is at night, but he is a tricycle driver and speaking of him, he came out and smelled alcohol again. "Why are you leaving? No one is leaving! If you are leaving, I'll find you", and I was almost punched so I immediately got in the van carrying my luggage. "I will not be blessed if I stay with you", I said and they all knelt down, "Promise son we will change", said mother. I lowered the window, "Will change?! Fuck that 7 years with this family, not one of you has changed. You are already abusing me. This is my final decision, I will leave you. I want to free this chain of my soul from you so Goodbye and don't show up to me ", and I immediately closed the window and brother Jose turned on the van and we left.
I don't want to look back, I don't want to worry about nights with bruises and wounds due to father's blows, punches and kicks due to drunkenness. Days when mom would get angry because I didn't do my responsibilities inside the house. They abandoned me and they came back when they saw that I'm happy and well. I leaned against the window and put on my earphones and played my playlist so that I could forget all the choking worries in that family because I was free.