Good Morning...
Well actually it's suppose to a be a great morning, but I was awaken by the loud voices in the kitchen. Screams and yells woke me up in my deep slumber. My mother and sister are fighting in the background. It's never gotten this bad. I haven't known any instances where my little sister talked back and cussed at my mom. It was really wierd and yet frightening at the same time. My sister slammed her door and shook the entire house. I can still the reprocussions from it. I was trying to listen to what the aruguement was about and it always seems to be the car. My sister needs the car to go to school (she's in high school, senior to be exact) and my mom needs the car to go to work. My mom would actually take the van, but some how it won't start because my sister managed to fuck it up. I don't know what she did, but the van won't start.
So, my sister raised her voice and said: "Go FUCKING take the car!" "TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" ....slight paused "BITCH!".... raising her voice again. My mom then responds: "BASTOS!" "GAGO!" "Anong klase na tao ka!?" "Hayop!" "Umalis kana!" "BASTOS!".....slight pause and I can hear her sobs...she starts to cry...I suddenly had a temeprature rise and I can't help but wanting to choke my stupid little sister. I wanted to beat her ass. Actually, my sister never had a hand laid on her. She was brought up with only warnings or the two hour interrogation by mom. She then comes out of her room and starts screaming: "FUCK, TAKE THE CAR!" "TAKE IT!" "TAKE IT!"....in all it was the same words that was repeated over and over....I finally had enough! I rose out of bed....started to yell at her and said: "YOU ARE ONE RUDE, UNEDUCATED, SELFISH LIL BRAT!" I couldn't say "bitch" cause it was overly used in the conversation between my mom and sister.... I grabbed my sister and pushed her to the couch and she stands up anf pushes me....OUT OF CONTROL....I wanted to sock her ass! But I know I couldn't do it cause my mom would start yelling at me and then the tables would turn. I would be the one in trouble...So, I yell at my sister: "I'll TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL and TAKE MY PHONE SO YOU CAN CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED TO GET PICKED UP!"...I grabbed the keys and off we go...
In the car, I started yelling at her...told her that she was very rude and that's she's a bitch and a little piece of shit....I imagined slamming her had on the dashboard (it was a little to weird for me, but when anger takes over, you can't really do anything....only your mind takes control and your actions occur) and hoping that she will get some sense in her fucked up head....but I suddenly stopped cause I know that if I continue...I would have done it...she became silent the rest of the ride to school...I don't know what she was thinking, but she was very quiet...
My sister can't seem to understand that without my mom travelling to far places for work, she wouldn't have survived. It was my mom all along that support my sister and I. It was my mom who actually helped her with her car. It was my mom, who is struggling with really bad rheumatoid artritis, that kept this family alive. It was my mom who has been there for my sister and Iever since we were young. My father? No where to be found!
Interesting morning...don't you say?
Well actually it's suppose to a be a great morning, but I was awaken by the loud voices in the kitchen. Screams and yells woke me up in my deep slumber. My mother and sister are fighting in the background. It's never gotten this bad. I haven't known any instances where my little sister talked back and cussed at my mom. It was really wierd and yet frightening at the same time. My sister slammed her door and shook the entire house. I can still the reprocussions from it. I was trying to listen to what the aruguement was about and it always seems to be the car. My sister needs the car to go to school (she's in high school, senior to be exact) and my mom needs the car to go to work. My mom would actually take the van, but some how it won't start because my sister managed to fuck it up. I don't know what she did, but the van won't start.
So, my sister raised her voice and said: "Go FUCKING take the car!" "TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" ....slight paused "BITCH!".... raising her voice again. My mom then responds: "BASTOS!" "GAGO!" "Anong klase na tao ka!?" "Hayop!" "Umalis kana!" "BASTOS!".....slight pause and I can hear her sobs...she starts to cry...I suddenly had a temeprature rise and I can't help but wanting to choke my stupid little sister. I wanted to beat her ass. Actually, my sister never had a hand laid on her. She was brought up with only warnings or the two hour interrogation by mom. She then comes out of her room and starts screaming: "FUCK, TAKE THE CAR!" "TAKE IT!" "TAKE IT!"....in all it was the same words that was repeated over and over....I finally had enough! I rose out of bed....started to yell at her and said: "YOU ARE ONE RUDE, UNEDUCATED, SELFISH LIL BRAT!" I couldn't say "bitch" cause it was overly used in the conversation between my mom and sister.... I grabbed my sister and pushed her to the couch and she stands up anf pushes me....OUT OF CONTROL....I wanted to sock her ass! But I know I couldn't do it cause my mom would start yelling at me and then the tables would turn. I would be the one in trouble...So, I yell at my sister: "I'll TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL and TAKE MY PHONE SO YOU CAN CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED TO GET PICKED UP!"...I grabbed the keys and off we go...
In the car, I started yelling at her...told her that she was very rude and that's she's a bitch and a little piece of shit....I imagined slamming her had on the dashboard (it was a little to weird for me, but when anger takes over, you can't really do anything....only your mind takes control and your actions occur) and hoping that she will get some sense in her fucked up head....but I suddenly stopped cause I know that if I continue...I would have done it...she became silent the rest of the ride to school...I don't know what she was thinking, but she was very quiet...
My sister can't seem to understand that without my mom travelling to far places for work, she wouldn't have survived. It was my mom all along that support my sister and I. It was my mom who actually helped her with her car. It was my mom, who is struggling with really bad rheumatoid artritis, that kept this family alive. It was my mom who has been there for my sister and Iever since we were young. My father? No where to be found!
Interesting morning...don't you say?
