My name is Pedro I’m 2 years old and I have a happy family, it hasn’t been that long since we moved houses I’m a single child and raised with lots of love. I help my mommy in making food when a dad at work, her food by the way is good! When dads home I usually pass the majority time with him, yeah my life is perfect well that’s what I used to think. Until one day my dad left us… he went to war and now life hasn’t been the same. My uncle comes all the time; he's always been there since my dad left. This is nice because he’s like a 2nd dad to me, although I miss my dad I know he’s doing the right thing.
A year has passed by really quickly my birthday passed, my uncle Francisco got me a toy I always wanted, he knows every single thing of me I love him, another year came by fast, still nothing no sign or even a letter from dad my mom would take me into her arms until I would fall asleep she would repeat, Everything is going to be okay he’ll come back I promise“. Years passed by 1,2,3,4,5,6 already and until one day on a Saturday night and it was pouring rain, we were gathered around the table drinking hot chocolate talking and laughing the door bell rings, “ding dong” my mom questioned herself because it was late already, she opened the door and it was a tall guy with a beard not that long and not that short, his eyes were big, his hair was brown and short, he handed my mom a paper and left without a word as my mom opened it her face looked worried she started crying and she fell on her knees as if she had two heavy rocks pulling on her, as I went up to her I didn’t want to believe that it had something to do with dad I read it and didn’t get the words, but my dad’s name was on it. I asked my mom, “what does it say about daddy, mommy?” my mom couldn’t speak it was as if she had a knot in her throat. She started telling me in a lowered voice almost whispering, your dad, your dad died at war, memories started accumulating and my tears started gaining on me.
My mom was heartbroken; devastated I couldn’t say I know how it feels because I’ve never been a wife. Life seemed small, my uncle had been there to support me and my mom in that time were we felt the world was falling on us. Time had passed my looked new again and thanks to my uncle I felt safe and protected, my life was forming up again I got on the soccer team and the best as always, I’m now in middle school moving onto high school I’m not that little kid no more that used to play around with cardboard boxes and think that, that was life. My mom and uncle started a relationship so far I could say that I’m happy…
It was my 8th grade graduation the day were I was officially older moving on to high school that day was the best my dad I mean uncle came and my mom they looked really happy, and proud of me. We came back really late that day and a man was standing outside our house and his hair was short and he had a blue marine t-shirt with a pair of jeans he looked familiar something he had I remembered my dad and as we walked up to him you could see a scar on the side of his eye close to the eyebrow, as my mom got closer she began to cry I couldn’t understand why she was but the man was looking directly to me and it made me feel uncomfortable my mom turned to me and said “this is your dad Pedro” she told me with a confused and terrified voice as if he came from the dead. All of a sudden i started feeling cold as if I were in a refrigerator at the moment i felt confused and scared I don't know why but something wasn't right. A week passed by with him in the house it wasn’t the same something inside me was telling me that something wrong was going to happen, another day passed and he seemed mad and frustrated, my uncle took him aside to talk to him brother to brother and see what was happening my uncle asked him “why have you been different with your wife and son? You’re not yourself no more; you've been acting strange what is your problem?” He took time to answer and he said you are in the deepest and hard voice you could think of it was like if he were throwing me a rock to the head, he started breathing hard I wanted to explain that things just happen and time goes by fast and life goes on he said “why do you think that you could just take my wife like that! And even my sons love? Who do you think you are?”
He took a tree branch and out of no where stood up to my uncle Francisco “do you think I’m STUPID? DO YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WANT? I thought you were my brother he fell and got on his knees he started crying, my uncle grabbed his shoulder and said, “Everything is going to be alright” “no its not going to be alright! Because she’s with you instead of me and the worst part is that you slept with my only true love. “But you must understand that we thought you were dead and she needed support and I was there to help her pass through this hard time” “you helped by sleeping with my wife?” “things happen brother”, as I could hear my uncle and my father scream at each other I could feel a chill going down my spine when all of a sudden my father lifted the branch as if he were going to hit uncle Francisco, as I saw what was about to occur I immediately reacted and went outside to stop him I ran as fast as I could and I stepped in front of my uncle my father was furious and determined to harm my uncle and because of that, I don’t believe he noticed me standing there and hit me across the face. “Where’s my uncle? And my mom and my father?” I said as I woke up from the hospital, the doctor with a serious face said “son your father developed anger issues at the war and because of that, the shock of seeing your uncle with your mom made your father angry at the point were he killed your uncle and your mom I’m sorry” the doctor held me tight into his arms and swayed me back and forth and said “everything is going to be alright” and he left the room. I got really depressed after that and started seeing things that weren't even real I felt I was going down, I started doing drugs which my mom would always tell me not to do now it wasn't the same I felt like shit! It was my entire fault I have no right to be forgiven but yet to apologize for excising I am now writing these last words before I die, because I can’t handle the pain.
