Do you ever think of how unaware you are of yourself - your entire existence? And before you realize it, you just celebrated your fourth birthday. You're in your room playing with your toys and then you hear a scream. You know that voice so well. You wake up and sleep to it. It's your comfort, you'll recognize it anywhere.
You stand up and hurry your little legs to the source of the scream. Your papa is holding your mama by her hair. You can't comprehend but then you hear her crying.
You also cry when you are in pain.
You can't do anything. You watch as he rains blows on her, blows like those men on tv give to each other. Their fists are tight, faces all squeezed up ugly.
Then it stops.
He doesn't even look at you as he goes out. Your mama stays on the floor. She's crying quietly now. You go to her. You are scared.
"Mama." She pulls you into her warm embrace. You give her an unsure smile and she returns a shaky one.
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The Rain || MYG
FanfictionYou could do nothing but watch as the rain poured down on her. But for how long is it going to last?
