Chapter 30: Strange conversation

Several questions invade my mind.

How can I have such bad luck in one lifetime?

When I was little, I constantly listened to my father yelling and hitting my mother, as well as the multiple blows my drunken father gave David and me. Then, my parents' divorce.

Which to tell the truth was a relief for all of us; since we were all victims of his violent character. But society was even more violent and disappointing. For "a woman cannot carry a home on her shoulders" "surely those children will be delinquents, nobodies, a trash of society. Why should they grow up without a father?

Those and many other destructive comments we received, bullying in every school we attended, both for that and for being foreigners was what we always lived. My mother had a hard time getting a job because she was a single mother. So we had to grow up fast to take care of ourselves.

At first it was difficult, as we were only 7 years old. However, after a short time we had adjusted. My mother only cared about the