Life wasn't always like this. Sitting here remembering the better days I had that's now in the past. Sometimes I wonder if time machines is actually real or if some crazy psycho made it up.

Sometimes I daydream what life might be like in the future. Asking myself "Will there be better days ?" "Will I have kids ?" And if I do will the bad blood, the terrible behavior, the mistreatment and the hate travel from my parents to me to sooner or later give to my own child. Do I even want to have kids? I ask myself.

"MARIA" my mother says taking me out of my deep daydream.
There I go running down those squeaky wooden steps so I wouldn't get hit for taking so long.

"Wash those dishes and cook dinner before your father gets back" momma says

"where has he gone" I quietly asked.

"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS." she screams making me jump a little.

To be honest I don't even think she knew where he was. Standing there washing those dishes staring outside the tiny window slowly going into a daydream I wonder if I should make a run for it and probably take my momma with me.