Hi, my name is Ramsey, and I’m going to take you in a little tour to introduce my small family to you.
look, here in the kitchen is my mama “sally”, she hates when I call her by her name but it is her name her parents pick it up for her not me besides I don’t find her that old to be a mother, if you know what I mean
Here in the hall playing with his car my nine years old brother “ Sami” he likes to move his car fast in the floor like it is racing, my Mom said that he will grow up a racer, but my Dad thought that it is just a part of his childhood when he grows up he will find a real job. If he grows up, if you know what I mean.
Here on this pinky room my little sister “Sarah” she likes to play with here a imaginary friends she always talk with her toys, I know that sound creepy, but she is just a five years old and talking with your toys is better than talking with the voices in you’re head, if you know what I mean.
Did I introduce you to the duke of our house, Mr. Jamal he is my father if you recognize but I officially hate him specially when he use his belt against my body and lock me in my room with no light. He thinks that there is a damn inside me, he always read some words of a book on me when I’m chained to my bed.
What you want me to do?
Call “Sally” down to my room and asked her nicely to let me out. She will do cause she loves me and can’t stands my tears. I then follow her to the kitchen pick up a knife and stab her too many times in the back while she prepare me something to eat. She turns to me know looking straight to my eyes, God, those eyes I wont forget.
What know?
“Sami” and then “Sarah”…
You like to play games, me too.
My father come, look at him staring on the blood on the floor, and his own son there lying with his eyes wide open and his face cover with the blood, he runs toward him hug him check if he still a life but no. He looks for me running to my room which was open and then to the kitchen to see his wife’s lifeless body. Don’t freak-out Jamal there is more to see, there is “ Sarah” or you know what?, let me finish him by his own gun that I found in his room.
Now we over...
Not yet, you say, I still there , ok, I think there is one more bullet in my father’s gun, do you want to see my head blows off…
As you wish my Damn……
Fin
Ali Nasser Ali
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