"Remember my child " Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent. "
A young Reyes, at the age of, was standing in the doorway, being lectured by his mother. He had been mean to the other kids in the sandbox. Reyes looked up at his mother, with eyes full of tears.
"Up the stairs and into the shower now, dinner will be ready in a moment Salvador." :she said.
With one footstep after the other he slowly began walking up the staircase.
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Arriving clean out from the shower, his attention was shifted to his parents arguing downstairs in the kitchen.
"ERNESTO!!"
"Ernesto, please!!": Salvador heard his mothers hoarse throat vibrating when talking.
" Just.. start talking with him, porfavor Ernesto mi amor."
"I don't have the time."
"He is a boy now, he does not need my advice for his life.!" : A deep powerful voice vibrated through the house.
"Porfavor amor, at least tell him you love him!! He is your son!"
He could hear his mother's cries echo up the stairs.Not being able to hear the rest of the argument, he rushed into his bedroom with red tearful eyes. Hiding under a pillow and holding a tight grasp on his chest. The tears ran with force out of his eyes making the bed wet around his head. And after a while Salvador fell asleep.