“Mom let go of me!” You scream. She had a death grip on your wrist and wasn’t about to let go.
“Do you ever listen to me? No, you’re always out with those hoods, being a little whore to them.” Your mom yells in your face.
“Mom, I’m not-” you start.
“Oh don’t you lie to me.” And she slaps you across the face.
“Mom, stop,” you cry.
“You’re going to end up to be nothing. Nothing. Just a cadela, puta on the rua with a baby.” She says, giving you a kick to the side.
“Mom, don’t hurt him!” You scream. She could hurt you all she wanted, but she wasn’t going to...
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