He sat at the chair close to the door. They begun to argue.
She was playing outside and run back home as she heard the loud voices.
Her heart begun to pound with fear for her mother as he went to the drawer and got a kitchen knife.
He went to the other drawer and got a sharpener. Sat back on the chair and said as to terrorize them; Maria,
when I finish sharpen this knife I\'m going to kill you with it. You will see. Her mother was inside the bedroom and she was sitting between the two rooms, close to the bedroom door. She did not move herself and stared at him as not believing on what he was saying. She thought if she stayed there he would not have the courage to do anything to her mother. She was only five. She had the faith in God and was courageous as much as her sweet mother was.
He played as a monster but he was her father.
When not drunk he was not bad. He loved to read interesting books for them. He would even read the Bible.
When drunk he was the beast. He had no respect to anyone.
He hated that her mother would go to church and had friends there.
More than once she heard him cursing, saying: you get your Christ and stick him on your ass.
Was so painful to hear him say that.
She was too young to understand religion but, what she did not like was he hurting her mother. Many times he did. She could not leave her mother, to go play away from the house and he would do something to hurt her.
Grab her by the hair. Throw her to the wall. Twist her arm and other things. So she would stick to her. Never leaving her alone. She knew she was her mother protection, and that day as other days she stood there, did not move.
Her mother was inside and played as if she was not hearing him. She begun to sing a beautiful melody. She had that sweet gracious voice.
He finished sharpening the knife and put it back into the drawer.
He looked at the girl and said: now the knife is ready, I\'m not going to kill her today but tomorrow. Now I go to the bar to drink. Maybe I kill her when I come back.