A little girl, who was like an Angel was laying on her mother and father's King bed. She was Smiling while watching Boomerang. Indeed she was pure until that moment. And that girl was me.
It was a devilish moment, where I started to understand, and wished that my father never existed. I was worried about mother; she was screaming endlessly. For every moment, she was powerful. She rarely showed her true feelings and emotions. The deeper she is hurt, the aggressive she reacts. Mother broke my father's phone with a pan.
She was too angry, and I was sneaking from that corridor that led to our kitchen, where she was standing next to the sink.
As always father acts calm, and mom never knew such a word. Both are exactly the opposite. Mother is hot tampered and father is calm like an ocean. But when he gets angry he will be the worst...