The night was cold and the wind howled against the windows, as if to warn us. We didn't listen to him. After all, who could have imagined that that evening would be the last?
I was eleven, not old enough to know the dirty world we lived in, still too naïve to really understand it. Our home was our refuge, a corner of normality in an existence that had never been normal.
A small bubble that my parents had created in which we lived. A normal family, with a normal life. Every night we sat down at the table for dinner and laughed together. No one knew that this family was hiding a secret, I certainly didn't know it, I was too young to know, but one night it made me grow up so fast that I don't remember ever being a child.
I could still remember it today, when I closed my eyes the scene rep
