LILIANA
I'm thirteen again.
I stand in a corner of the room shaking as my mother begins a racket, thrashing our living room and wagging an angry finger at me from time to time.
Her breath stinks of local rum and cigarettes, that I am certain of. My school bag has been flung, table upturned and I remain where I am for fear of her pouncing upon me should I try to call for help.
My lips quiver and I flinch when a glass comes flying close to my head. It shatters on the wall next to me but thankfully, the shards don't pierce my skin.
“Where are you, you little rascal?” She turns to me with a wild gaze. This animosity only shows up when I'm on her radar.
“Mama?” I whimper, refusing to leave the corner as it is the only place I feel safer.
“Your father is out again, the cheating bastar
