My father let go of my mothers hair and walked towards me. I moved backwards. He picked me up "What did you just say?" He said with an evil look in his face."I-I-" "Put him down" yelled my mother with a knife in her hand. I never seen her do this before. Rasing the knife higher, She yelled louder " put him down" My father lowered me to the ground. I ran to my mother with tears in my eyes."And get out my house before-" "or what you will stab me with your dull knife call your weak brothers get your so called getto sisters and you dead beat-""Dont talk about my family because your family anit all that your family is the one with the messed looks like you I dont understand why you cant say and tell the truth that he is your son." I can see my mom crying her eyes out and putting the knife even higher above her head to threaten my "father" as he walked passed us. "That aint my kid" he mumbled
