Those Days....A Story by ArgoA Story about my everyday struggle
Those days that I didn't have my own bedroom, those days , just thinking of them gave me chills, those days were the days that I had to hug my sister and then pretend that all of that didn't happen, those days.
It was the 4th fight they had during two weeks , and that meant to take care of my sister, go out, come back and pretend it never happened, but for real, it did , a lot. I did good when it was only to calm my sister and sometimes my older brother, but I didn't do well when I was the "mommy", and that was when my mom and dad argued badly , like that day; When I was the "mommy", I mean that I really was the mommy, I would cook, clean and do anything else to try to replace my mom , dad or both. Today was one of those days, that I sat in any corner in the house and hugged my sister, tapped her ear and made sure she didn't hear a thing.That day was the longest of all days , it was night and they didn't stop fighting. I was almost asleep and I felt a slight tap on my leg and I sat up alarmed , it was my sister , and she said: "Can I sleep with you today ?" She said I saw tears in her eyes , I couldn't stand a woman cry , I couldn't stand a girl cry , and how was I supposed to see my sister cry ? So I said: "Yes , sure" I yawned In minutes she was already asleep , like her , I tried to but I couldn't , I gave away my space in the couch and pulled a chair over , and watched her almost the entire night. It passed more and more of those days , 6th , 7th, 8th and 9th all in a row , they never were in a row , they used to have a break of 2 or 3 days at least, I never could sleep , the arguing just circled around my head, I took all that time and used it for thinking and then I asked myself "What happened to my dad ?", "What happened to my mom ?", "What happened with all of us ?" I just couldn't think about the possibility of my dad drinking , but in deep thoughts , I knew it was very possible. He came in hypnotic , leaning to one side then another , then he would let something fall and break or he himself would break it. I knew that this thinking was dark for a 10 year old child but I just lived like that, I knew everything that others didn't. The days passed and on the 9th day , the arguing wen on and on, and once again , I could not sleep , I would not even try to sleep and then I thought of the most horrible thing ever "Will they divorce ?" I gulped aloud , like the question wasn't mine but from someone else, I couldn't think of my sister, brother and I in an orphanage and maybe separated , then I knew it was time to stand up , I started heading towards the living room , on which the murmuring sound grew more and more at each step. I passed through the doors , they didn't seem to notice me , so I just stood there , watching them for 1 full minute and then I couldn't take it anymore , thoughts flew through my head , my sister with another brother , me with another family , my brother without anyone, I just blurted: "SHUT UP ! Cant you guys ever shut up ?!,"At this time they were already looking at me "Do you see what you're doing ? What's wrong with you two ? Just shut up ! They looked at me wide-eyed, like I was a stranger, my mom smiled at me , she was flooded in tears; My dad , I felt like he was about to slap me across the face , but he didn't, I saw it in his eyes, I had won the argument. They never stopped fighting , but they would fight less often and quieter since then , and for the first time , I felt pride for taking care and being the mommy. My brother , he just grinned at me in respect , he wasn't a rough brother , he just reputation , that grin meant it all to me. As for my sister , she kept being my lovely and sweet younger sister.
© 2013 ArgoAuthor's Note
|
Stats
119 Views
1 Review Added on October 24, 2013 Last Updated on October 25, 2013 AuthorArgoNJAboutI am a middle school student and I like to write A LOT , and I am actually in making a book and more stuff to get my writing incredible. more..Writing
|