02:00 AM, Watching her father and mother fight and exchange those -not so conservative- insults from the corner of her room door. It was the normal chapter of her everyday life. glass breaking, cries and screams... she experienced the pain in their voices through all of her senses... she can feel the pain of those scars she would find on her mother's face at the morning...
The 8 year-old girl sneaked into the kitchen to listen clearly to their quarrel...
about that woman again....
she knows her mother was right... she saw them... she saw her father holding that woman's hands while she was leaving the apartment for school.
That neighbor once gave her a chocolate... "she thinks I'm a fool ... I know you're the reason my dad hates my mother so much"....
tears all over her face, she grabs a table knife. "God may I come to you? I don't want to stay here!" .... more noises now, scarred, she quickly puts the knife in its place and runs to which was supposed to be her room in that house.
She closed her eyes, remembered that incident....
a year has passed...
that slap on her face... the divorce... her abuse... the loneliness.... the pain ....and guilt....
she doesn't want to go back there....
darkness fills corners of her sight....
Sudden shivers stroke her body when the voice of her mother called her up...
"it's 6:00 time to get ready for school"....
oh my....
faintly, She wears on her smile,
and starts acting like a child for the brand new day....