Mishpaja

Well, I was raised in a kind of Munster.s Family.

My dad was Doctor Jekyll at day and Mr Hyde at night. He was all the wisest man I ever met early in the morning but at the evening he was this dark creature, you hid from to preserve your life.

My mother had another self too, this huge force of nature which roared when you were evil to her eyes. Carrie.s mother was tender compared to the Grunch that cared for me. The other side of her was this shadow that wander around the house, with the eyes of despair and awful thoughts of death.

I started my life fearless but I was polluted by evil really young, being drained my innocence and my sleep.

My beloved grandma noticed my change, but she died before she could unrattled the tragedy.

My parents were corrupted by the hate that grew between each other because they had to live chained to each other. Never divorced for the sake of the family.

This made us the strangest kids to be around, because we carried the secret of living inside hell while the facade was the perfect family. I started becoming more and more invisible to survive, already wounded and crippled. I escaped through books, visits to my classmates houses, riding my red bike as far as it could take me.

My big sister, all perfect, all joy, to good to be true. She was a real survivor, she escaped the horror really fast, not never look back. She is the greatest mother now, she had these two wonderfull weird boys. A big fellow, kind hearted as any giant and his brother, the swift energetic little guy with all the questions to ask you. She has a home on her all, I envy her so much. I tried to build one but it came appart.

My other sister, brilliant artistic soul, did it all: music, painting, drawing. She is the most creative force I ever met. She reinvents herself, finding the survival technics to mimic her surroundings like a camaleon. We were really close, accesories in criminal activities: playing silencely before the Munsters. parents came with the hellish environment, sharing her friends  because I did not have any, acomplice for all the good and the bad.

My little sister turned just as my parents, an Element. All joy and all tears, all at the same time. I tried to make her less espectacular, because rattle woke up the horror. But she got louder, fierceful and braver, having the worst effect over her. I am really sorry I hurted her trying to get her to hide too. I soffocated her with the dispair of trying to avoid the consecuences of her naughties to my parents eyes.

I ran away from home with a robot, a lonely quiet soul who needed a home too. I left him because I disappeared inside my childhood memories, getting lost not to be found again in all my sorrow. He always tried his best to make me happy but I was really broken and he lost his battle to my dispair. I am really thankfull for all we shared. I wish him to be really happy away from my noisy soul. He is a robot, trapped in his unique way of seeing the world, but he is the most pure soul I have ever met. He can.t do no evil, he means no harm, he could never lie.