Oscar lives day after day with the same routine. For almost a month, his father did not return home. He felt a little calm because he was not forced to hear the cry of his mother's pain. I don't have to put things in order because they were thrown by my father.
That night, Oscar heard strange noises that were heard from the mother's room. He fell asleep fast enough, so he didn't hear his mother coming home. Slowly, Oscar opened the door of his room without making the slightest sound.
He saw his mother's door slightly open. Oscar also peeked out of the opening. He saw a scene that he should not have deserved to see. He saw his mother not wearing a single thread, nor did the man who was with her. They wrestled with each other, spurred each other, and finally shouted satisfied, then sprawled exhausted.
