Road (Blog Assignment #3)

"Life may be rough sometimes; the road can get rocky, and paths dusty, but they still take you somewhere."

That's a phrase my mom told me all time when things got hard. She and I had a lot of fights with my dad. He is a very impatient and explosive person. He gets furious for every single detail. Yesterday, we were having dinner and there wasn't a beer for him to drink, so he got very mad and just fired up. He started yelling to my mom and to me without a reason. He got off the table and raised up his fist towards my mom. I ran to stand in front of her to protect her, and just closed my eyes and felt the punch hit my jaw.

I just wanted to escape. This kind of things had already happened before. I had a secret place where I would just sit and stare at the view. It was a road, a path marked at the field of white flowers near my house. I've never known where does it leads, but one day, when I can't take it anymore, I'll just go, and find the end of the path. But for now, I need to be at my mother side, she needs me. This place gives me the opportunity to put my mind in blank, it gives me strength to go back to my so called home, and live another day.