I push the stool to the kitchen sink and wash my face. Mama let me play in the pond while she smoked. My pointy ears twitch , which I ignore, i and struggle to grab my toothbrush. Big sister is watching over me so I don't bang my forehead against the marble counter again and ruin it with my weird blood. I grip on the stool and finally I grab it, getting my favourite kiddie paw patrol toothpaste. I put a little bit on my toothbrush and start brushing. My sister watches me quietly. I don't think she likes me. I think she hates me most of the time, but she says she doesn't, so I believe her. Brush. Brush. Brush. Brush. Brush. Me and my sister flinch at shattering of glass in our parent's bedroom, yelling. Yells. Screams. Shouts. I can't make out some of them, but I understand a bit. "You cheated on me, didn't you, you fucking whore? You cheated on me just like what you did with Milo! You made him into a monster!" My papa yelled, mama shouts back in a sob-like. "He's NOT a monster, you just don't see what the fuck love is! You don't understand the beauty of anything! He's still your son no matter wh-" she's silenced by papa. "That piece of crap is NOT. MY. SON. Don't you understand that?! He doesn't even look human for god sakes! I mean, he doesn't even look like you! He's.. blue and has these fake looking pointy ears with the most fucked up teeth!" He yelled, followed with a loud throw of a object. "What does his teeth have to do with this?! It doesn't matter! He's still my baby boy no matter what!" I try to ignore them by brushing my teeth faster so I can get to bed more quickly, and so big sister Anastasia reads me my favourite bed time story, 'The Rainbow Fish". I spit my toothpaste and gargle and spit once again, and Anastasia motions me to go to her room so we can sleep. I follow her behind and the agrument is audible. Well, just for a bit.
