I started wasting my life at the age of 7, when I say "started" I mean when it all started. I was 7 years old, I lived happily, I tried, I observed the glasses breaking against the walls, my mother's tears, my sister's frightened eyes, and I was there, pretending not to see anything, I wanted to tell myself that everything was fine because above all I wanted to have a perfect family, the one who picks up their children from school with a snack and a smile fixed on their lips, I wanted to see my mom in love, my loving father, my sister fulfilled and I wanted to see myself, watching a Star Wars with my father or watching the stars with my sister. I'm not saying that all of this didn't happen, but it was different, there was always this way in which they acted, in which they treated me.
She, my mom, she looked at me with pity, it was always worrying, she who wanted to live a story like that of these favorite books, she finds herself raising her children under violence and fear, of ending up alone. I wanted to apologize to her, I would give anything to give her a perfect life, she deserves it, and I will pray that when I am gone, she will move on with my sister.
Him , my father, I'm sorry maybe I reminded you too much of your dad, maybe I didn't live up to your expectations or maybe you would have liked never to see me born. You know , I never understood the reasons for your misfortunes and your violence , but I would have liked to appease them , to tell you that everything will be better , and that I am here . but daddy, i'm scared of you.
Jade.
