- Cristina eat! Take the pan!
My mother started to get mad and I still did not want to eat that disgusting dish surrounded by a flattened balls foul of the same color pasta. Charged end (as usual) and I finished that dish he hated (lentils, and now I love it, well, I love all food except the peas, I'm a cocksucker) , up leaving the school minutes after .
The nightmare continued, had to spend two hours straight with the "Babas" (aka "The Babas") without even to yawn or burp (feat. very everyday mi). At 5
PM out of jail that cathodic and I entered the wonderful world of Sesame Street, with that wonderful sausage and bologna sandwich.
The danger was coming and my mother was ironing this absurd casting that was repeated every 2 days.
knew it would be inevitable and could not say "trágame land" and that desire is fulfilled.
The elevator reached the fourth floor, they heard steps toward the door, the elevator door slammed shut and the room would have been in great secrecy. A shadow was entering the hall of my house and my door closed. That shadow turned around slowly and with his left hand grasped the handle of the door between the lounge hall (is that we are poor but with culture, we have no input, we hall XDDD) . Opened slowly and appeared the male figure that I was so scared my father.
How would today? Will you come tired and ready to play? (Well, that play is an allegory) would finally be the day my mother was baptized with that string of insults? Things got more exciting Who gives?
I got up and gave him a kiss, and he continued with his usual routine way: enter the kitchen, take the "sneakers" and leave without even looking at the martyrdom of my mother, reach bathroom, wash your feet and read the newspaper in the lounge waiting for my mother served dinner, preferably cold was not getting his best qualifying (as my father).
The dish is brought to the table waiting room where my father, and as never before dinner (platau potatoes with an egg and the girdle) was hot (lie, but anyway ...) .
Yes, ladies and gentlemen! Hot!
- Daughter of a bitch! (The fun started) This is going to eat your fucking mother! ...
My mother did not know where to go and I snuggled into the cushions hoping not to be seen by this madman On Sorry!
Anyway, that nightmare was over after the evening news (when my father moved gili his skeleton to the piltra).
The house went into a strange quiet, where no word from me or my mom could disturb. The only sound was the TV and my quotes "model father"
- Luisssaaaa! Luisssaaaa!
(I nudged my mother in those days was a little deaf and she rose as a reaction and instinctively took the water to my "daddy").
- That TV!
(and my mother again like a rocket carried his body to the TV and that wry Pirulo it came out (of course I'm talking about the TV) to lower the volume a bit.)
I went to bed and tried to sleep and forget what happened.
All this is my life, which was repeated for 16 years and 5 months.
Now all is peace and tranquility.
And frankly, I would not miss it.
Ale, there you have it. Weights, a weight that you are! ;)
BTW, I love to do something like this:
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