"Hay un chico pequeño dentro del hombre que es mi hermano... Ah, cómo odié ese chico pequeño. Y cómo yo lo adoro también."

"There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother ...Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too."

The next morning Denise was setting the table for breakfast for the girls. A very audible, "Mom!" was heard from the top of the stairs. Denise came out from the kitchen and looked up the stairs to find Psymon standing at the top. It looked like the doctor may have misjudged. His pants looked as though they were too short for him.

"Are all of your pants like that?" she asked. He nodded yes. "I guess we'll have to go shopping today. Go grab something from your father's closet."

They did in fact go shopping. When they came back Psymon got changed into his new clothes and measured himself. It seems as though he grew a couple of inches. He probably didn't noticed over the past few days but today it was definitely noticeable.

He had gone to get his jaw unwired. Now he felt back in order with all of the casts and everything taken off. Over the past weeks he had lost a lot of weight even with the Ensures. But now he could work on regaining all that weight and maybe then some. He smirked thinking of how his doctor was surprised he grew a two inches. On his way back home Psymon had bought a pack of cigarettes and food from McDonalds. He wondered if he would ever be able to tell his mom he smoked. Even Tom for that matter.

Over the week Psymon's joints were killing him. His knees were so bad one day he was confined to the couch with Denise's over protectiveness. But today him and Tom were going snowboarding. Melissa was coming as well. The twins feel out of the sport, Melissa not as much and Alyssa completely. Psymon couldn't let Denise see him hurting or she wouldn't let him go. He decided to take some Advil before going.

Psymon hurried taking a shower then rushed back to his room. He threw on boxers and had realized he didn't brush his teeth. He went back to the bathroom and saw the door was closed. He banged on it waiting for a response.

"What do you want shrimp?" Alyssa called through the door.

"Come on let me in! I can feel my teeth starting to rot."

"You can wait."

"Open the door you twat!"

She opened the door with his toothbrush in hand. "You want this?" she asked raising it above her head, "Then come get it short shit."

Psymon thought about smacking her and taking it, something like what she had done last week but he wouldn't hit a girl. Not after what he's seen. So like always he jumped for it, but this time, he got it. He snatched it from her saying, "Oh word? What now bitch? Hahahaha!" He pushed her out of the way and slammed the door in her face.

Melissa was already downstairs with Tom at the table eating breakfast. All of their boards leaned up again the wall. The kids had out grown the boards and had gotten new ones that had the same designs as the old ones. Denise was cleaning up the counters when they soon heard the commotion from upstairs.

"What are we going to do with those two? They constantly fight," Denise told Tom wiping down the counter.

"I don't know but it better stop, they give me a headache."

"Mom!" Psymon called from upstairs.

"Oh now what?" she asked turning the corner. At the top of the stairs stood Psymon. Psymon pointed to his pants which came up short.

"Oh Psymon….go get something from dad's closet," she told him.

Denise came back into the kitchen crossing her arms, "And now I have to go shopping again."

"Well your day is sucking so far," Tom said cackling.

They were soon at the mountain and gearing up. They had made their way to the half pipe. It wasn't Melissa's favorite, so she glided up and down the sides over and over again while father and son wowed watching eyes. She had grown used to this.

Psymon loved bmx and missed it dearly but snowboarding was definitely his number one true love. He loved the way the sport captivated him and embraced him. Instead of a bike he moved his entire body while gliding through the air as if he was flying. It made him feel so alive.

Tom's tricks always moved Psymon and inspired him. Tom was better no doubt, but Psymon was catching up. Tom leaped into the air and pulled the board from his feet. He then spun the board around his arm and replaced the board under his feet landing. Psymon thought of how to twist and recreate these tricks of Tom's. More advanced tricks that seemed impossible.

Psymon had been thinking about that certain trick ever since he was a child. Trying to improve it. Remix it if you will. Psymon had pondered about every way possible but couldn't seem to find a better way.

Until he thought of spinning the board around his neck instead of up the arm.

"You ok?" Tom asked Psymon as him and Melissa met him at the foot of the pipe.

"Yea I've just been thinking of a new trick. I'm not too sure about it though…"

"We'll head over the sixty footer and you can try it out," Melissa said undoing her bindings. Tom knew Psymon had been working hard. But he wasn't sure about how advanced of a trick Psymon was thinking of. Could he handle it?

They made it over the big jump and Melissa went down first. She picked up speed and did a simple backflip. Tom was next. Psymon had asked him to do his signature arm trick. It made Tom a little nervous of what the boy was thinking of. But soared down the hill and off the jump performing his trick with perfection.

Now it was time for Psymon to show his stuff, and show his dad he was a truly worthy boarder. Psymon pulled in a deep breath and pushed off. He bent his knees gaining momentum. The jump was coming faster and faster. He finally hit the jump and flew like a bird in the air. He grabbed the tail of the board and removed it from his feet. He then swung the board around his neck and let his limbs fall. He was almost flying in some heavenly way, so graceful. Psymon soon caught the board a few seconds later and replaced it under his feet. He landed a little shaky but glided to his dad anyway.

Tom watched his son slid down the rest of the way. His mouth agape and a look of stunned shock on his face. Watching Psymon perform his own unique trick made something in Tom finally click. Psymon isn't that innocent little eight year old anymore. He was growing up fast, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. His little boy was almost a man now.

Psymon skidded to halt as Melissa started clapping and smiling her calm genuine smile. Tom put a hand on his shoulder, "Proud of you kid."

Arriving home the fighting between brother and sister soon started again as Psymon had found a carton worth of eggs splattered atop his truck. Psymon practically kicked the door down in blind fury throwing his hat to the floor. He stomped upstairs knowing exactly where she was.

This time he did kick the door in and broke the wooden door frame. "You bitch!" he yelled at her. "Get your fat ass outside and clean it off!"

"Clean it yourself," she told him continuing to file her nails.

Tom heard the yelling and rushed upstairs. He suddenly heard Psymon almost screaming at his sister with profanities. Not that this was unusual, but never this harsh.

"What's you damage you dumb cunt?! I thought we were fucking even?" he roared. Tom grabbed Psymon's arm, "Let's go."

"No," Psymon said pulling his arm from Tom's grasp, "Not 'til that bitch cleans that shit off my truck."

Alyssa instantly got up and began her onslaught. Pointing in his face and screaming back at him as he was yelling at her. Melissa and Denise came to watch as their fights had never escalated this much.

Alyssa had had enough and pushed Psymon back which he then pushed her back. Not liking his hands on her she balled her fist and sucker punched him in the face. It was almost like slow motion. Tom could almost see the steam pouring from Psymon's ears and suddenly saw his tightened fist. Psymon raised his hand ready to knock her out. The only way Tom could think of to stop him was grab him.

Tom wrapped an arm around Psymon's neck and pulled him back which caused them to collide with the wall behind them. Psymon pushed Tom off of him and began his way to his room. Alyssa wouldn't have it.

"Let us know when your off the rag you little Puerto Rican princess. Everything doesn't go your way! You get what you give in!" She screamed at him.

"For the last time, it's Dominican you racist! How about you let us know when your done being a fucking pompus bitch?"

"This is around the same time I usually wish you weren't adopted. You should've stayed with your poor little brother and train wreck of a family!"

Psymon let her words sink in as the other three pairs of eyes looked at him. Before this battle escalated any more Tom stepped in front of him blocking his way down the hall.

Psymon breathing was heavy looking into Tom's eyes, "One of these days your not gunna be able to hold me back and I'm knock that that bitch right the fuck out!"

Psymon slammed the door locking it. He suddenly felt extremely light headed and fell on his knees. He held his head trying to calm his headache. "What just happened?" he asked himself. He honestly could only remember highlights of the fight. He reminisced on how he almost lost control of himself and almost hit his sister. He then saw his violent father in himself. "No," he whispered. He quickly opened his window and jumped out onto the roof then leaping down.