Mother's screams were more hysterical today than they had been in the past year or so, but I thought it was because she hates how my father leaves early in the morning only to come back late, with a strange smell on his breath.
When mother yells were suddenly cut off, and instead replaced by a loud smash and heavy breathing, I slowly walked toward the door. Scared, though unaware of why, I touch the cold metal of the handle and freeze as I hear a name being called. A name long since forbidden in our house.
"Where are you Ana?" My father cries.
Completely terrified, I decide to hide in my room, but it's too late. My father sees me, as our house is only a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house with one story, and immediately calls out to me. "Come here."
Not wanting to anger my strangely acting father, I make my way over to him slowly, but stop as a foreign, and overpowering smell assaults my senses. Searching the entrance room for the source of the gut-wrenching smell, I'm paralyzed by what I previously missed.
My mother's bleeding corpse.
