Scars for Life
Luke's Point Of View
It was the same dream, my mother and father fighting. Using language I wasn't even supposed to hear. It was the middle of the night at my old house with my old family. You would think that having dreams of your old family would be nice, knowing they would be with me at night. Even though your at a foster home in New York City. The dreams were the opposite, these dreams were nightmares.
Let me explain a little. Then I'll tell the story.
I grew up with 8 siblings, 4 brothers and 4 sisters. Now you would think that it would be fun living in a big family, but when you share a room with 4 other brothers and have one bathroom, it's definitely not fun. You probably by now have figured out we struggled with money. My dad worked at an old music store full of dusty and chipped instruments. He was never in a good mood and always came home with an instrument that has fallen apart. My mother worked a part time job as a dentist. She was almost never happy like my dad.
I was the youngest of all nine kids. All my siblings were like my parents, except my brother, Sammy and I. We were both small for our age and were into the same things. We wouldn't be playing games and getting into fights like the rest of the kids. We would sneak out of our crammed apartment and go to the park as usual. There we would get away from the family and relax. Our parents would never notice our absence. It felt good not to hear yelling and screaming for a little bit. Sammy and I would always go at 3:30 and come home at 6:00 every day, at that time a group of kids would come.
There was a girl named Emma, she went to my school and sat with all the other girls who were spoiled and nice looking. There was this boy named Ravi he had an Indian accent and Sammy told me he was from India. Also there was a cute little dark skinned girl named Zuri. They would also have a nanny with them but I loss count of how many nannies they've had. I've never seen their parents, but I assumed they were family because they were always together with a nanny.
Once in a while I would catch Emma looking at me she would quickly look another direction. I usually don't get looks from girls or talk to them because they don't want to be seen with a poor street rat like me. I don't really mind it because I always have Sammy by my side. Well that was until that one October 16th afternoon.