My mama and I were walking in the busy street in London. Everything was beautiful, the buildings were so tall; it filled the streets with people wearing different styles but what really caught my eye was the women. The women wore such short skirts and dresses; I wondered why they did so. I have also wondered why I didn't have the same features as my mama.
Mama is a pretty lady, and I want to look like her but I didn't. I looked more like papa. My mother had long brown hair and dark sea-blue eyes and my papa had black hair with light green eyes, like the color of light grass. I had my papa's black hair and gifted with my mama's sea-blue eyes. I felt lucky to have the same eyes as my mama because it made me feel pretty.
Once we got our food from the store we headed back home. I didn't like my home; it was dark because mama said we can't afford lights. I hate the dark, it always scared me but I had to stand up and be a man, for mama.
Sometime later, I was in the living room playing with blocks, broken blocks. All my toys broke, but I still enjoyed playing with them. I knew that my mama didn't have much money, so I never complained about my toys or food. My mother takes me to daycare when she goes to work. The other kids found me annoying and didn't like me playing with them. I have always wanted a best friend, someone who could always help me when I needed it and someone who would play with me every day!
My mama walked into the living room holding a plate with a sandwich on it. The sandwich had white bread with a slice of meat then another white bread on top. It didn't fill me up but like I said before, I couldn't complain. I grabbed my sandwich and took a bite while I felt my mama's hand go through my soft black colored hair; "Make sure you eat it all okay? I want you to grow up big and strong" My mama told me with a smile on her face. I looked at her and nodded in agreement.
That was my goal, to be the strongest man alive. After I finished my meal, my mama took my plate and went to clean it in the sink. Noticing that my mama didn't even eat anything for dinner. I wondered if it was because she wasn't hungry "Time for bed" my mama said while washing the dishes. This made me frown a bit, I hated going to sleep, I hated night time.
My mama came over and picked me up, then walked to my room. She laid me down on the bed "Now, now, Don't give me that look. If you want to grow up strong, get a good rest" she said in her sweet-toned voice.
I finally nodded to her "I understand, I have to get strong to protect mama" I smiled at her and she sure smiled back "That's right" she agreed and kissed my forehead. Then, she got up and walked out of my room. I looked around my dark room holding onto my blanket tightly, I knew if I didn't go to sleep fast then the monster would get me and eat me! I was trying so hard to force myself asleep until I heard a knock on the front door. I could hear it being opened and my mother gasping. I crawled out of my bed and walked out of my room, to see a tall man by the door.
The man with black hair and green eyes, it thrilled me to see my papa; I ran to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back just as tight and rubbed my head. My papa was in jail for something he didn't even do, he was there for a long time. My papa is the nicest person in the world, I never understood why they would lock him up.
Time Skip: Couple of Months later
After papa came home, he took me on camping trips, tell me stories about prison, read me awesome bedtime stories, and play with me every day. He was an amazing person and best of all, an amazing papa.
It was now another night, and it was late. Papa took me to bed this time, he didn't read a bedtime story, he looked angry "Papa.. why do you look so mad..? Did I do something wrong..?" I asked curiously. My papa shook his head "No, it's just something between your mama and me" he said as he kissed my forehead and walked out the room. After he did so, a few minutes later I started to hear yelling. There was lots of yelling going on between my mama and papa, I was so worried and scared.
Time Skip: A Week Later
It was morning and my mama left for work after cooking me and my papa breakfast. My papa didn't look so good, his eyes were blood-red like he never slept. He looked dirty like he never took a shower. He even stunk terribly with the smell of smoke, beer, and some drug. I knew it was a drug because my mama told me that papa was doing them, but I'm still confused about what they really call it.
My papa stood up and walked over to me "Sky, go to your room right now!" he yelled out of nowhere. He could barely even stand up straight as he yelled at me, I didn't ignore him though. I was sensitive and hated being yelled at so I quickly ran off to my room with teary eyes. I didn't know why Papa was being so mean to me and mama. Mama said papa was doing drugs to feel better, but he didn't look better nor was he even nice.
Later in the afternoon, I was playing with my broken toys again. I played a bunch of games all by myself, mama said I had a good imagination. My papa suddenly barged into the room holding up his beer bottle "Damnit Sky! Where did you put my beer!?" He yelled, but all I did was back away from him "I.. I don't have a beer... I never touched one before.." I mumbled quietly, feeling a bit scarred from the way he was holding the bottle like he would throw it at me at any moment. I could tell he was angry by the look he gave me "You're just like you're screwed up mother, always telling lies! I'm not messing with you Sky, give me my fucking beer!" He yelled a lot louder than before.
